black poems

Empty our heads... Fill up our hearts.

Feeling nothing again,
Finding it hard to breath,
Catching the waves,
Choking on the truth.

Sometimes I need the current,
Other day's I have motionless needs,
Swimming in the morning,
Downing by tonight.

We drown our sorrows in the late night,
It's dark... damp and no ones is watching.

Filling our heads with the dread,
Needed to end these wars,
No more anger with you,
Only angry at ourselves.

We opened up to soon,
We opened up to you,
Now we leave you with our empty heads,
Because we cannot live; without your lonley calls... without this separated species we call our own.