It's been two months since i have written back,
looking at my past promises
and broken hopes,
i wonder what younger me was thinking at this moment
This moment
This second
This year
What's different, as i seem to near
my last ****** day on this forbidden earth
There's nothing here anymore for me,
Not one word, nor a sound
That's pleasing to me
The ground is barren, cold and wet
the skies are empty, is that it?
I have written back,
still insincere and still silent
I wonder if i never wrote the first letter,
Would it be just a normal year?

Every day is the same,
Flourish, burn, and hide away
Dancing in the pale light
No I won’t sleep tonight

I’ve been lookin’
I’ve been searching
I cannot find my senses
All I feel is emptiness
Corruption is here I guess
Though I will never admit it
I should have loved you
Instead of them
Thoughtless and loneliness
Can I get an amen?

“It was only one night”
One night of what?
Pain, suffering and hate combined?
“Just a bit more”
A bit more of what?
My blood, tears, and sweat together?

I choked on my fear
I fell to my knees
****** and bruised
But don’t make my mistakes
Seem like flaws
For my mistakes
Are what I love
About myself