Omens are comforting calculations, coincident or obvious proof
We wake with the dawn, moon not long gone
And echo down along the grass

You're telling me to leave the problem-solving to you
But you're a liar who's always been hurt
I'm sure you can't understand
Without the missing pieces I am
Nothing, no one at all
To reap from the seeds, you keep me sick and suffering
But it all balances out, spiral flowers from her grave
It's out of our hands but you protect like iron bands
Shackled her hips and waist
Bruised until grey, hair blackened waves
The goddess visits man, the following is brave
Eliminate the threat, put me further in your debt
The brightness grinds into my bones
The light's so low I can hardly see
I long to watch your transcendence entirely
I'm left without a lead that I can follow
If you look close enough, she said she was always hollow
I don't feel, no, not at all
My blood's gone dry, limbs, and I want nothing more than this
You're an impossibility wrapped in a death wish

Every day's the same
I fall apart
To make it out and return
It's too hard
The cracks in my skin
I've torn into
The gaps between our bodies
I've looked into
I've got this nothingness inside me
Everyone can see right through
I'm doing nothing
Dancing late night through my room
Curtains open, come and help me
I am nothing like you
I'm terribly confused
And conflicted
My every other thought is wicked
I drown in sickness

You only care when there’s a buckshot to your back
You only pause for the delivery, the action
The match has gone up and left charred the skin

The memory is still there, from years of solidarity
The repeated visits lend the permanence
And no more than an empty lot now, I leave

There once were 2 lilac bushes and a field for my dogs
We lock them in crates now, the outside is only a bathroom

I haven’t had the heart in me to unchain them

There is nothing harder than
Sleeping curled around fragments
Anchored into oblivion

Dream of foreign planets
Skies that open wide from day to night
Snuffing the sun out was a too-quick endeavor

I see his face sometimes, after drowning myself
I blame his face sometimes, for ever having been
I ache sometimes to flash to the ending

It would make sense that less is more
I would eat less if I knew it would shake my core
My convictions are flag-bearing ships

Who would sail to a new land to taste the sea?
Salt water poisons and I grate that hardness in me
It's the garnish on all of my meals