Bare hands outstretched?
Grasping frantically,?
Desperately seeking something to hold on to.?
Desolate space greets them,?
Filling the hands with emptiness,?
Stripping them of purpose.

Eyebrows wrinkled together?
Over eyes of murky blue wasteland.?
Two little glazed marbles?
Starring off into infinity
?Fumbling over shadows, ?
Tearing down walls,
?Brushing the dust away.

Hollow kisses that tasted black.
?Bittersweet bliss will not be prolonged for all eternity.?
My minds stumbles over what I know and what I feel. ?
Right and wrong.?
Ying and yang.?
The contrast kills me.?
I am overwhelmed with my own emotion
?I slowly suffocate my own mind.

He makes me feel small,
?Isolated and insignificant in his giant hands.?
He knows I am his toy, his little red wagon.?
And i know it's wrong.?
And I know he's fake.?
And yet I still am caught in the empty blue glaze.?