Sitting On The Edge of a Black Hole

Where oh where has my mind gone?

I imagine a far away land

Free of the stress I instill

All that we shared, now a sweet memory

Here I am standing on the edge

with weak hands and a broken compass

Here I am sitting on the edge of a blackhole

dangling my feet, like fishermen on the open sea

Reading a letter marked return to sender

Writing a letter meant for you

What am I to do in your absence?

What am I to do with this shadow of myself...

this bag of broken bones

I feel naked, I feel scared

I feel stupid, I feel weird

I just don't feel like myself

You say you left your heart in the 90's

My mind left on a boat

Never to return again.