Sometimes it burns,
The feeling of your heart when it’s hollow, when there is nothing.
It’s just wood, and it burns so easily.
It leaves you with nothing, just dried up pieces of what was there before.
It aches, and it can never be the same again, ever.
Do you know what it feels like to beg?
Do you know how it feels to be so completely desperate, you’d sell your soul?
You’d give up anything just for a touch.
It’s drugs, it’s flesh, it’s all heart.
That is how it feels, because I’ve felt it.
It damages the deepest, most vulnerable parts of who you are as a person.
It has the power to change you.
It has the power to mold you into something completely different from who you were, and what you started out as.
It changes you, and it is so easy, to.. just let it.
To form a person, as if they were clay it is so easy because I’ve let that happen and it hurts.
But to ache for something, to need it, to crave it.
That hurts too.

Here I am in an empty room.
Cement floor, staring at you.
It isn't really you, just a television screen.
Is this all real or just a dream?
White screen, a fuzzy white screen,
Staring at you, staring at me.
Television as a face, on top of your body.
I stare at you, as you stare at me.

The walls start to melt.
The floor begins to shake.
Feels like an earthquake.
There's nothing to grab, grass grows under my feet.
It changes into the woods, the forest is where we meet.

I stare at you, as you stare at me.
Your body and your face a television screen.
Nobody's talking but then I see, on this white screen, showing all our memories.
Hide me into you, take me where you go.
Let's climb this tree right here, your hold on me, you won't let me.

White screens everywhere, they fall from the sky.
This is just a mindset, birds they fly.
They start to fall as their screams shake the dirt.
Nothing is what it seems, my heart starts to hurt.
I fall to my knees.
My body turns white.
Snow begins to fall.
Blood from my eyes.

I can't stare at you, but you can stare at me.

I wake up in a hospital bed.
This was all a dream.

i am a willow tree swaying in the wind
storms and strong winds have flown around me.
but here I stay.
for I am a force, and cannot be withered away.
no lightening, no thunder, no tornado or rain
could make me be any less than I am
for I am a willow tree.