Empty space

The way the music sends away the noise
and fills the space between the ears
in the same way every thought used to be the sole focus
of our command
I feel hollow without them
So I fill it
So I fill this space behind my heart
within my head
with all this wonderful nonsense
and angsty weights of gold
that I am only beginning to understand
We do whatever it is we may do to fill the void
and continue to refuse to understand
the empty
fill itfill itfill itfill it
dig it out
dig down
dig deep
don't let the silence take me down (take me down)
don't let these feelings echo out (echo out)
don't let me be all alone (all alone)
I can stand to be alone (be alone)
not to be empty, hollow,
emptied, hollowed.
And on mine own.

quick fix

remission doesn't last forever now,
stand together, now,
when things long gone make their returns
does it always bring you down?
I just watched as history repeated itself to me
laughing in its heartless manner
about how quickly the same story can be retold, can be retold
the beauty of it is, that, some of the characters,
they're different,
but have played these parts before
and it's enough to tear you apart
for someone-elses' happiness
as I am slowly learning
the depth and breadth of my own strength
and power
don't you let me forget it
I want to take you for granted
and I will
and I will
be bitter for a time,
cold and angry,
like ice on fire
and eventually melt,
falling to slumber,
and awakening in the morning,
cured.

Sending out and searching for

I am sending out and searching for
the things that went,
that went before,
looking for the words that mean
not exactly the same thing
when frightfully beginning to unveil
the truth that holds out, fraught and pale,
wishing in the whispered nights
of things gone wrong,
of lives gone right.
Ghostly messengers of our strife
spreading word of eternal life
to masses waiting at the helm
steering the world ship 'round and 'round,
as they send out,
and as they search for,
what ever went,
and went before.