lundi 26 janvier 2009

204. Soap.

Is sadness calling for us ?
There is no need to explain why we're all screwing with the things we do care about.
I can tell you how much my feelings were touched by the way she cried,
I can clearly remember how many words came out of her in an incredibly powerful way,
I can see in me the hole left when I decided to take her out,
But, most of all, I can feel this empty side of me being completed by my own thoughts.

It is obvious, now, that I needed to fill it as I've always done :
The fear that has driven me beyond the "feeling good" opera :
My heart is just as careful as a slut,
Thinking about himself first, altruism has been cut.

My ego is the conductor of the stalls ordering my very moves from above.