The world is your oyster and it’s heavy as hell
The weight of the world will drag anyone down
Cry me a river, wish on satellites
But do not go off gently into that good night
Birds of a feather, we all flock together
I’ve got your back we’ll fight hell for leather
It’s stranger than fiction we’ve forgotten our youth
We can’t touch the memories, taste forbidden fruit
You’re flying too close to the sun and I wonder
If I was the wind in your wings or the thunder
Could I light up your life, make it all worth the fight?
This helplessness makes my broken heart cry
Could I lay you to rest on the soft mossy ground?
But you don’t want to hear it and your thoughts are too loud
The songs are your temple and you’re lost in the sound
No not even heaven can help save you now

they close their ears
they close their eyes
shrug on their cloaks of loathing

she sings from trees
they’ll never climb
a song of death and pining

the moon has split
from stones they threw
of burning words and lies of truth

all hope is lost
but still she calls
sweet melodies before she falls

What if one day our dreams didn’t need us
and our words became one with the wind
and dancing like fireflies, they lit up the night
while we denied they’d be gone by the dawn

What if one day our memories died
and despite all our digging the dead don’t come back
and despite all our calling the ghosts simply faded
while we’re left wondering why they didn’t haunt us like the movies

We are all taking
slow steps into madness
although
some of us walk faster than others

We can’t outrun the end
no matter how quick we are

The devil in our dreams
will always be there
waiting
for that one last dance

You are the heaven I’d go to hell for
The peace I’d start wars for
The light I’d live in darkness for
The freedom I’d be chained for
The love I’d **** for

Parallel Girl

Hands dance and art spills out beneath them
You speak of love and of pain
Of the forests she wanders, the ones so deep
No other soul could penetrate

She’s living in her mind, an impossible place to draw
You don’t try, just etch the shell
To even speak of it is a betrayal, but this is third person
It doesn’t count right?

Your fingers move carefully
Brushing the tear from her eye that trickles down the page
She’s crying for the attention that she thrives off
But dies off

Then all your nightmares escape your head
And pour out onto the paper
Marring it like the coffee you spilt on your favourite book
Accidental but it adds to the feel

Still motion captures of parallel lives
Of parallel universes
You build a bridge between yours and hers
She crosses it, and turns to dust

She’s not made for carrying your burdens
But you redraw her anyway
Instagram will love her naked soul
You’ll get your likes
You’ll live and die

Drowning ourselves in the souls of each other
Denying our lies, now on to another
Dying inside cos of things that we covert
Downing shot after shot, to rid of haunts faster
Don’t speak the truth, I can’t deal with it brother
Darkness is forever our other lover