The Nothing

"There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet"

i give you my nothing for you to take

i hold out my heart in my hands
the blackest remains of a former life
the meaningless trinket that you're glad to receive
a semblance of passion rings true in the night

gleaming eyes meet the shimmering stars
yearning to be able to posses that beauty
reaching my hands up to the sky
aching for something i can never have

"something more" is always there
pumping madness through my veins
i see it there! its far away
and i cant feel it.


something, something, something more
can't you feel it too?
smell it, taste it; something more
sense it in the lightest caress

who is there?
i cannot know
we are all drenched in darkness
no one knows our true features

i feel a sadness that i do not understand