Dry

My eyes won't cry

my heart won't beat,

my lips won't smile

and my tongue won't speak.

My brain is death

my hope is lost

I can not bleed

I frozed my blood.

I cut my veins

to feel alive

but it won't work

I'm just too dry.

I breath, I sigh

I try to fly

enjoy my life

once in a while.

But it won't work

though I just tried

to touch myself,

to get inside.

And it just failed,

sex passed me by

I couldn't feel it

I'm still too dry.

Iana

10:34 pm

Monday

July 10, 2006