Burning in my chest
This thing i never used
Creaking shut like a waning moon

This crowded rock has shown me
What it means to be lonely
I had my pocket of glee
Misery
Misery

Hell-bent to perpetuate the pain. Every token of well intent, spent
on the same ****** thing.
Earth drawn to earth.
Fire to fire.
Lovers to lovers.
Liars to liars.
Passionate about this
remiss sentiment. Lament, yet
continue all the same.
Ubiquitous, illusory cog grinding along.
Encore after encore, following the swan song.
End it in anger, continue it with love;
The failure will always fit like a glove.

I saw a shooting star,
The most beautiful I've seen.
Long and luminescent,
Falling away from me.
I knew then I shouldn't regret
What I've been doing.
It's gotten me this far. I
Learned this from a shooting star

What does it mean to be quiet?
What does it mean to let go?
What does it mean to be dying
Alone?

What do you need to keep trying?
What do you need to grow?
What do you feel when I tell you you've had it
All along?

Does it bite you to the bone?

Does it grab you and never let go?

Or do you let it pass by like
So many things
Before?

Opened your eyes and shut the door.

Doesn't that shake you to your core?

What does it mean when nothing means anything,
What do you do with your time now?
You've taken in all the world's troubles,
And haven't let a single thing out.

The empty spaces where you should've done something
will be the air you'll cough up past those things you never said.

Diamond points,
Spread out from the beak;
Conniving eyes,
Watching.

Ah, ignorance..
A treat.
Inside the mind,
Gnawing.

The restless
Will eat
The living.
Sweet like the revenge it is.
Satisfying like revolution.