I used to dream really often. Even when I was awake. Just hide in some dark place. And dream. I used to pray, but now I scream. I used to think, but not anymore. Now it's just something empty. You know what they say? They say empty vessels ring true.
I'm tearing my mind in two. It's become a brain devided. And it never seems to work for me. Words are inflated, smashed and elevated. My thoughts are unrelated to each other. And empty vessels ring true.
In my mind I never want to come home. Have I ever heard what they say about me? Well, I don't really want to know.