You Can't Have My Key

[sickinside]

I've got a little nothing that wants to be said.

But words are stubborn. They won't speak on their own.

I've got a little nothing.

Something about a sky, or water, or blood, maybe.

Something or nothing. Just a little bit.

A little bit of nothing. A little slice of empty. All mine.

Tomorrow awaits.

Comments

[satansfirstlove]

::nods lightly:: Hm... I like the way you speak. I'm not too sure, but you would be a great poet, if you aren't so now. There should be more people like you in the world. ::nods again.:: Yes, more people like you. They are what makes the world a better place for people like myself. Mhmm...