madness is my safety
the warm blanket in the coldest winter
i cling to it for the truth scarred me beyond any human understanding
nobody really gets me
so why do people sympathize with things they've never felt before
i keep thinking that you would have been the best thing in my life
the endless spray of imagination,
gripping at the back of my mind
my neck stiff, my eyes a draught
my tongue sour, my lips burdened by a million other word i stopped myself from saying outloud
oh the burden i have to carry every day
when will the sun set to the left
when will our head go hot and cold
when will the end of the world reveal to us that in flesh and in bones
we are nothing but ashes
scattered among dry and wet
and yet dry is all i've been
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 11:37 AM UTC