Screaming,
Scream at the silence you don't want to hear.
Leaving,
leave out your hopes and bring in all your fears.
Thinking,
think that you ought to know better but you don't.
Trying,
try to be better, but isn't it strange, you won't?

The empty can rattles...

can you hear it rattle in your head?

The empty can rattles...

feed of the crap that you we're fed.

The empty can rattles...

and that can is you.

Wanting,
want so much out of this life that it's not fair.
Tearing,
tear out my thoughts so that they can be repaired.
Painful,
pain I'm so use to I don't notice it anymore.
Searching,
search for the truth to find out what life is for.

The empty can rattles...

it rattles 'till it drives you mad.

The empty can rattles...

the only comfort that you ever had.

The empty can rattles...

the can rattles just for you.

06/14/2002

Author's Note: This is also one of my favorite poems, but almost nobody read it. Not really angst, this was actually another song that I wrote about a year back. No benifit of a band, this time, though.

Posted on 06/14/2002
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