Vacant Head

For where your treasure is, there your heart will also be
Hidden away; can’t seem to find myself
In a vacant head
Lost in the body of an unimagined person

Hail nothing full of nothing

Let me sleep
While I count thousands of slaughtered sheep
As I count them to sleep
But I will never sleep
Never Sleep

Can’t seem to find myself
Covered by the wool of the crowd
The lines you draw will lead you astray
The sheep you lead look so gray
Tell me that it’s all worth nothing
That the voice I heard was my own
Bouncing back to me
If I could live in the holes of your hands I’d burrow a nest and never leave that place again

Slit
My
Throat
Count me as a slaughtered sheep
The devil waits for me
As he sleeps in my grave
You’ll never understand
What I meant when I said
I know how Jesus felt as he walked to his death
(Suicide)

Lost in
All of these
Gray feelings

God heal me