(…but what I deserve)
I’m going to die
And I’m glad I’ll die forgiven
Glad for the relief
I took more than what I was given
I gluttonized
I scratched my every itch
It kept my mind away
It kept the wounds all stitched
But this is nothing
This is nothing
This is nothing
But what I deserve
Such a depth of darkness
So perfectly alone
And uncomprehending
Of what to do to be reborn
That lack of love
Maybe I was always dead
But I want to live
To smile when I look ahead
2 replies on “This Is Nothing”
Dark, Julio, but dark is you. I’d love to hear the music sometime!
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I’d like to hear it too … so far only faint traces in my head…
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