Empty Space

Have you ever stepped between a dream and a nightmare?

And seen nothing there?

I have stepped inside that space.

And choked.

The rising bile in my throat

Burned.

And each swallow forced it up more.

Tears have ripped my face apart.

I wish I could scratch off…

Have you ever had truly violent urges?

That have left you shaken?

Not stirred.

I am afraid of that empty space.

Between dreams and nightmares.

It’s a much smaller space than you could imagine.

A shallow puddle that stretches to the ends.

I have stepped off the edge of the earth

Only to fall to the beginning again.

I am stuck in a stupid song.

A simple scratch on the record.

I have set myself on fire

Cut red rivers into my skin

I don’t feel it anymore.

I see your words and I want to die

Because you mean nothing.

I’m stuck in some empty space.

I would ask you to save me

But you’d only walk away.