A/N:
I wanna thank my eng. Lit. professor, Mark Pedreira, for talking crap in the
class and inspiring me to write this. This is a lame attempt at convincing
myself that being single is great. It's mine and ya can't steal it!!!
Empty Of Somebody
May God take mercy upon my soul
my solitary piece of unfleshed being
my sin filled ghoul;
my crying self unseen.
May He see how my life's going on,
and forgive my pity self
because I haven't found a bond
that I can display in my shelves.
But is it really my fault?
Is it I who's to blame?
Is it I who should take the grunge
of a game I've yet to play?
My heart, I know where it has traveled.
My eyes, no one have wandered.
My hands have yet to ravish
hair, arms, chest.
I've always kept my heart at bay
and my hands fill my pockets.
I've always kept myself awake
and my eyes clear and lockless.
And, I mustn't frighten you with stories
of the undead, disturbed because of unloved lives.
Brothers, sisters, lovely
grandfathers, cousins and wives.
Must all things come to an end
when they are yet to be started?
By one, by one, by one.
By who? I have no one.
Tic- toc, toc- toc
Stop ticking! Ungraced clock!
For I know life will not be preserved
my youth never will remain by my side.
My glow will leave my eyes
and this, will be a reality.
I burned my soul throughout my youth
because I couldn't find nobody.
And now, I own no youth
and guilt fills me, empty of somebody.