Stored on my breath is a whisper of words lost within stuck in a throat left to fetter and Rot while I wish for something stored in stars and left by people of worth, but my stomach tells me in the spitous muck pushed up that those words will never be said, again or past those word reflect an age long search no one truly completes, the words? Of course… I love you
Lonely is how are heart shouldn’t be lonely is how the world treats me always looking for another always seeking to be togeather simply hating this horrible feeling watching ponderously as we seem to lose every piece of ourselves looking for the awnser we are seeking
They’re picking up the pieces, they don’t know why, they don’t have a choice, there’s nothing left to save. They’ll find the answer to their questions in a pile, smoldering wreckage of the life I once had.
Love loss, tear me up, see the world through my eyes, looks a these broken slices
what do you see?
What do you need?
when will you be free?
when will you be mad?
what will happen next?
no one knows, no one can see, no one can be.
looks at these broken pieces what do you can you fix me? do we we fit together or is it say la vie?
If you could see me now what could you say?
you could say I’m broken
you could say I am fixated
You could say I need to remember
Remember the reason why you feel that way
But what could I say about that fermented smile
I’m jealous that’s what it is
what should I say
I should say you made a mistake
I should say you need to stop
I should say everything thats right
But I am eternally silent
frozen by fear
coerced by vengeance to be this way
When is the time to see the rest of the way on our path we need to believe and be wrong and see our hope on the other side as it fades away! Then in a test of fate we will follow, we will follow for sight of yesterday the sight of yesterday even though it still fades away
Friends lie and Skies can fall
The Earth dies and Wind still calls
Yet we keep our pace we do not falter
While we hesitate the chance is left to altar
No way left to fate the pressure folds
our minds crush this, is disappointment at its best
Yet the sun keeps shining
the worlds still turning
we stop running and life goes on
the wind blows and the skies fall