semi-deadpoet

Void

I\'m starting to look yellow 

(Or maybe it\'s the bathroom\'s light).

I can feel my guts swarming with air

(Or maybe it\'s the void of never being fed). 

I feel myself grow more weary

(Or maybe it\'s a sign of me dying). 

I\'m growing too heavy to carry

(Or maybe its the weight of my wood-polished bed).