My starlit blood
Will curse the ground

Awash in a flood
Without a single sound

Galaxies in my eyes
Will fade without trace

The blue morning skies
Will never see my face

A supernova will ring
And death’s icy hand ungloved

Will hear me sing
A song of one that was loved

Things you burn
On your porch at night

Watching the fire churn
Until it all feels right

Preparing for tomorrow
When you’ll try to be enough

Drowning in your sorrow
Nobody said it’d be this rough

Watching the things you’ve lost
And things you’ve tossed

Into the fire

Burn

Those with melting skin
Running after me though

Years ago I’d been
Crumbling with them in the snow

They want my life
And my freedom to thrive

But though it’s rife
Some nights I dive

Into fields of frost
Burning all I am

Where I choke on exhaust
Where I’m overran.

Colloquially bent
With a positive alignment

Breath without falter
That’s what I put at the altar

Visions of what I wish I could be
But that isn’t me

I’m sorry
And for what I may never know