An Empty Space

Your convictions spread thin, morals delayed for friday nights. And alibi's for a biast mind? I find no reply, I find no reply. I consume in baneful thoughts my maladys, my ardors, watched them sold and bought. You tell, You tell, Has your secrecy lost? My ears are open. My head, an empty space, waiting to be cluttered. Fill me with your affection, your affliction, your deepest dejection. And my arms, open wide. Open to hold you, protect you, keep you, warm and tight, warm and tight. And you ache, of pains not physical. And your lips, prune and dry whimsical. If I could just know what you're thinking, what's the product to your laceration? Open up that chest, and catch the dreams in your heart, they're rifting, they're sinking.