back      next -Full of Holes- Stay to play or pull away. Can't someone make me full today? I have given my soul to so many souls, now i'm left with holes to fill. With a spirit so sick, can i stick with this shit...alone? Cold, sold, and growing old. Within the wind blows, new tempature lows, but down in this town so brown, everyone wheres a crown. So i sit so sick with the sound of silence still... ...alone. Facing a future of fillers for my holes. 2002©imperfectworldcreations