Get into your seat, writer,
Find your home inside the ink,
Construct the walls out of paper,
Your desk out of pencils,
And your pipes out of hollowed pens.

I know you fell for the feeling,
But it's easy to get lost in it all,
If you walked away now,
I know you'd go insane.

Upon your mirrors there's words,
Reflections that spell your introspection,
Flip it around cause it's too much noise,
Cause, writer, the sound is burdening you.

I know you fell for the feeling,
But it's easy to get lost with it all,
Crashing down on your thin walls,
I know you're going insane.

Sunrise is my best friend,
When I’m up till 4am,
Kindly trying to pretend,
I chose her to defend,
But in the end,
Solar flares can’t amend.

Bury my feet in wires,
Spray my hands with fire,
I’ll take the smoke higher,
Blame the flames, I’m not a crier.

I welcome the sunlight in,
It’ll brush against my chin,
Pulling my lips into a grin,
She knows when I’ll begin,
To start a riot with my kin,
But then again,
I will never win.

Bury my feet in wires,
Spray my hands with fire,
I’ll take the smoke higher,
Blame the flames, I’m not a crier.

Don’t you go,
I can’t bare to be alone,
In the evening I’m more prone,
To leave the house and roam,
On the streets, I hear his tone,
The moon knows I’m getting cold,
He’s urging to head on home,
No I won’t
No I won’t
No I won’t

The ramifications tear my guts apart,

All our guts apart,

This is our guts being pulled apart,

for the children,

The ramifications for the trans,

for the enby,

The ramifications for the women,

for anyone.

How many will die in just a week?

Send around the violent mend,
On the precipice of a bend,
A ****** that sees no end,
From a tired decrepit friend.

Eroded bones of gold,
As we dig into the fold,
"Use your words" I was told,
Words don't work on black mold.