Void

A. Boiling that fills your entire soul
Like a feen, crystal meth on a loan  
A scratching but an itch you cant find
Lying next to some one dead  
The thought of a throbbing head  
Increases the urge to rebel
Without consideration of hell
(will I die)
I freeze in a deep zombie like trance  
Holding the belt buckle of your pants  
An the boiling continues  
to fill your Entire soul  
A mark of sadness,  
an excuse of tiredness  
That's old and cold  
Touch me! I scream silently  
I lye there while sin  
easy creeps in
Who do you want me to be  
(A porn star)!!!!
I cant get any more pretty  
The boiling over flow's  
To a sickness that can't be tamed  
I grab me in shame, wet like rain  
And my feelings roam  
I lye lifeless, Disgusted and alone.