And then I cut off my hand
To forget the feeling of holding yours
I lie off in an empty grave
So no one asks me to move
I catch my breath, count every second
To feel the mundane, the purpose to lose
Caught in all of the edges, praying to be
Let the concept of being, make you a fool
I love how the tables turn
How I care to see if they feel moved
They go on with their days
While I stay and try to break that mould
Always a watcher, sometimes a pray
When pioneers tear each other's bones
My mind gets carried away by the maze
But my heart tries to carry the only force
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
all i can hold is an empty space
all i can be is an empty hole
for such truth there's no redemption
when your soul is not that sure
they called off the army to march
to crash the light beneath their boots
i watched and couldn't step forward
'till morning we were all in lunes
you held my hand in the darkness
and promised it'll be alright
but darling could it ever happen
when all we know is that we're lost
so i'm lingering on all the cores
to pretend they were only fake
but we're stuck in an empty hole
and we're holding the empty space
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 7:07 AM UTC