Stop.

MY mind.

Yes, I want to write

And never stop

till I bleed dry of all emotions

Strip my conscience, burn my soul

I am nothing but an empty hole

Nothing, nothing can fill my understanding

to touch, feel, smell and see means

next to nothing, my heart beats for more

I need my reasons, I need my meaning

Drag me through thorns till I cry

Then let my tears wash away

the emptiness in me

Because I will never stop to wander

Never stop, never stop to search

for something more than life

I need my reasons to live

I need to know why I'm made 

And why I need to Die..

Drag me, burn me and break me

And show me that there is more than a body here

More than myself, more than a day or night, more than a world...

For I will never stop, NO, not after I have started...