Half-Past Hearts

Spiked the sky and watch it turn black,
And it's true compassion is what I lack,
Been given these souls embroidered green,
Stitches sown tightly, they're barely seen.

Got these pictures for you in my mind,
Of all your favourites you left behind,
Food and places, does it feel better now?
You've changed yourself, I want to know how.

I was once told a shot of reality is all one needs,
But it's hard to find with palms sweaty from greed.
Show me the light you hide underneath your bed,
It's so much warmer there, away from your head.

Rested and recharged ready to ride another race,
Running out of ground with this unsteady pace.
Ran this blackened sky through my fingers so tight,
And you'd mistake this all for what happens at night.