For all I am isn't much

For all I feel isn't much
For all I think isn't much
For all I fear and all I love
Isn't much

I think it's worth a scream
It's worth cutting myself open and pour everything
Blood and organs and dreams
Spill it
on the floor

And say to the crowd drawn in by the scent of raw flesh and drama

Look this is all of me
All that's going to waste now or eventually
And that wasn't much


That was close to nothing.

**

We are but a pathetic bunch of rats crying for attention and approval at an empty sky
'Till the end of time we will yearn to fill up voids.