EMPTY

For some reason, I can't find what I want.

If I'm thisrty, I drink

If I'm hungry, I eat

It's how life works, it's how I keep myself alive

But I have no soul, I have no reason for living

'cause I can't find what I want.

I once believed I wouldn't feel this way forever

But now I start to think that my miserable existence

has no meaning at all.

No love, no hate

Just morphine in my blood.

And I'm still sleeping.

- Mariana Ciotta