Black hole (deam you...)

Life some times seems like a big black hole.

Hole that gets filled day by day with the stupid things you hire and say.

Stupid things you whish you'd say.

The day passes, time flies, the wind escapes and you're dead inside.

Empty, empty inside.  Black soul, black mind. 

Back to the things you've left behind.  

And it's gone, all gone.

What to do?  I need to know.

What to say?  I need to know.

And it gets black, black, black.

And we're empty, empty, empty.

You're gone, gone, gone.

And I'm alone, alone, alone.

Emptiness fills my wounded heart.

The ghost of your memory hunts my mind.

And those last words you said will rape me now inside.

by:  Anier Ruiz