/lit/ - Literature

Caress this filthy body
Set it alight with breath
A light with sacred purpose
Bring me closer to death

Maybe i'm born different
Maybe i'm born wrong
Because i'm all ears
I hear the dead man's song

If only this beginning
Was just another end
If only this tragedy
Could help me comprehend

Because like benzene in my blood
I'm burning up to know

If that dream exists
I can't find it
If your heart beats
I can't feel it
If i'm blind or dead i don't know
"You" are just word without soul of your own

Oh will i ever see that dying tree
Again, and smell the uncut grass
As sky above reflects the world below,
A pane of cosmic glass

And will i ever feel this cold
If i close my tired eyes
I guess i won't, but that's alright
I guess i'll go to sleep tonight

But i can't move and i can't see
And i can't wake but i can't sleep
'Cause i can't hear and i can't feel
Anything anymore