Appetite

The urge is there, but not enough
I should have things to say
And a will to create

To fill the empty marks with ink 
Should keep me satisfied
If only for a while

There’s something enchanting about 
Certain types of sounds
It keeps me bound

What a wicked thing to feel 
All these ideas and visions
The cause of a collision

Better eat it up, no question 
Keep secrets in my cheeks
Until my hunger peaks

Feel Nothing, Make Something

Just Kidding...

Silence has grown to be so painful

All that’s left are words and melodies
The only things that make any sense to me
But now it seems the speed of sound is slowing down
And all I can do is hang onto the scenery
Nothing is enough and I don’t think it ever will be
Guess that’s why it’s so easy to obsess over the little things
Like the way the sky looks in the evenings
Or the thought of calling you even though you’re days away

Not that I’d have anything clever to say
I just like the idea of playing with someone’s head
To have some kind of power and gain some control
As if it’s the one thing I need to feel whole
But I don’t really think so

Reality pinches the back of my neck and I flinch
Too reluctant to give even a single inch
There’s still fireworks out there and I don’t wanna miss out
Even though the last train leaves before midnight
And it’s far too quiet and everything is out of sight
Still gonna stay right here and put up a fight
You think I’d known better by now

Drained...