How is it possible to feel everything and nothing...
Like the moon and stars have both collided...
It becomes an art
to shout under your breath...
Did you even see me?
standing there...
I'm tired of talking, pouring out my soul
forced to defend what's going on inside my brain...
When we missed you,
we used to sing...
You are a leaf on the wind,
Floating and flying, never touching down again...
Every time i look at the mirror
Disappointment is what i see...
Nothing but the screaming wind,
with biting teeth that tear...
My eyes became volcanic, and they ruptured.
As salted lava tumbled down my cheekbones...
Go ahead, rip it out of me;
I just want to cease to be...
These hands held a candle
beneath you, hoping to rekindle...
I'll never get to see two pink lines,
or even loath the sickness...