A eaten up me. . . .

A eaten up me,

Let me revive me,

A little of this and that wouldn't help,

Need some music in my blood,

On the secondary note,

Eat me up,

Don't leave a trace,

For I don't care about it,

All those words that people speak,

Its better to be hollow then being eaten up,

Here I lay against the wall,

With music in my ears,

Notes against my legs,

Maybe god answers my prayers soon,

A long night to go,

A long night to go. . .