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Running on empty



I was once part of the sun,
Now this wind has settled
And blossoms have fallen,
Trapped within a motionless mind,
Writing my life in blood
As if I am already gone

Echoes of repressed desires,
Painful sounds hurting
Inside this empty shell
With glassy eyes
And painted smile,
Melancholy eating at my soul

Counting seconds, minutes
Until a new day starts
With the same emptiness,
Hunger for something more,
The sun has gone and darkness
Spreads its wings over me

No one hears the screams
Inside my dreams at the edge
Of time and space,
Hands are weathered and raw
From trying to cling
To this life and sanity

Thoughts are eroding
The thinning walls of my shell,
Dust and ashes are settling
On a dried heart,
Constricting pain suffocated
A vibrant spirit

There is a void,
No longer laughter and happiness,
The other part of me is hiding
Behind the shadows of my soul,
Painting inside
Visions no one can see

This is another day
When time stands still,
Nightmares are creeping
Through the tick-tock of silence,
With bleeding fingers I try to grasp
Hope that passes me by

I have perfected
The science of being alone,
Trapped inside this prison
Its doors locked and sealed
By my own principles,
Feelings drowned by bitter tears
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