Soul Whirling Somewhere Balanced In Perfect Amber
my head is so empty, and i don't care about thinking
about anything. yet it's filled with my medicine that
tells me how much meaninglessness is. and my heart is
even emptier, and i think no matter how thin, anything
would be welcome. but i know somewhere, that in time,
there's not a thing here that'll ever fill me. and i'll
die trying.