Nothing

Poncho,

Revision...it no longer flows within. I cut myself, the reaction wont come to pass. I am empty but it doesn't matter. For there is no problems. There is no inspiration. I have nothing to feed me. I am hungry, please save me. Bring the pain, please someone keep me sane. I need you, until then I will not be living. There is only one thing and it is best described as plain. I shall be waiting in my sea of blue.

-Evad