The taste of the floor reminds me of the skin That leaves me in oceans of my soul Without a shore. So alone, So we'll hold Those barren bodies Beret of any soul To get back what The "middle of the nights" stole: The forgotten feeling of feeling whole. But the loneliness Of our togetherness Creates an empty nest For the emptiness Freezing in this chest. So can you make me feel good? Me me feel complete? Help me return to a dream of a love Worth more than Dirt and meat.