Gas Tank
How can I live on an empty heart?
A car with no fuel,
The wind with no trees to travel through.
The stairs I climb, reach no where,
In circles I am led.
Round and round, the shadows take me.
Through thicket and forest,
They show no signs of weary.
I am dragged through thorns that bear no roses.
No feather grazes my cheek,
No kiss to touch my lips,
Only life's arrows meet my skin.
How can I live on an empty heart?
Easy, I get dragged.