Im going back to that place again.
Where the fire is cold and the water is dry.
Hatered is the skin of the icy wake.
The deafening silence echoes in my ears as the tears flood my body... it fills my soul.
Over whelming .... because im drowning in my heart.
Gasping, screaming, howling in my body...
Im empty ... im alone ...
The feelings i have discinagrated between my fingers...
The love i had slipped through lungs...
My heart, my mind, my soul... walked away.... my body is left as plain skin
Im empty.
By Cynthia
