Great Void

The reason
We dig deep
Within our souls,
Is because
There are holes
In us...

Holding us
Hostage like infants
In mothers arms.

Begging to be filled
Like womens palms,
Like inner thighs,
Like foot massage...

You play the fool
They feed you lies.
I'm losin' cool,
I'm losin' mind,

Just maybe death
Might take his time.

If love is blind
Than I can see,
If love is blind
Oh I can see...

© Sulē Cerdan 2015