When I wake up in the morning the world seems dead
Like the time is mourning the loss of itself
Throughout the day my views do not change
Even if you’re alive, you’re dead in my life
I sit by the head of the table
My head is usually the source of all the chaos
I watch the arbor birds my mother feeds
I tend to think of taking them and clipping off their tiny wings
I tend to think about ripping off their tiny beaks
See how morbid I can get them before they sing
I think about you now and then
It’s a gamble between if I’ll feel better or wish to end myself
At times like those I wish I was anyone else
Someone that didn’t fall under all your spells
Usually I feel dead within the world around me
Somehow completely disconnected from reality
You said it happens because I’m unreal
Coming from the depths of your darkest fantasies
I wish you were an arbor bird instead
At least it annoys you until you fill it with dread
Not make you feel alive, then leave you messed in the head
All the ****** gods of misery take a rest in that grave one day
Even if you’re dead, you’re alive in my head
When I close my eyes at night the world feels less dead
I left although there are many words choking me, left unsaid
Nothing spectacular, nothing worth to spread
Goes from “I hate you” to “With you, world is a real place”
You make dreams feel more real than anything else
Even if you’re dead, you’re alive in my head
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
When I wake up in the morning the world seems dead
Like the time is mourning the loss of itself
Throughout the day my views do not change
Even if you’re alive, you’re dead in my life
I sit by the head of the table
My head is usually the source of all the chaos
I watch the arbor birds my mother feeds
I tend to think of taking them and clipping off their tiny wings
I tend to think about ripping off their tiny beaks
See how morbid I can get them before they sing
I think about you now and then
It’s a gamble between if I’ll feel better or wish to end myself
At times like those I wish I was anyone else
Someone that didn’t fall under all your spells
Usually I feel dead within the world around me
Somehow completely disconnected from reality
You said it happens because I’m unreal
Coming from the depths of your darkest fantasies
I wish you were an arbor bird instead
At least it annoys you until you fill it with dread
Not make you feel alive, then leave you messed in the head
All the ****** gods of misery take a rest in that grave one day
Even if you’re dead, you’re alive in my head
When I close my eyes at night the world feels less dead
I left although there are many words choking me, left unsaid
Nothing spectacular, nothing worth to spread
Goes from “I hate you” to “With you, world is a real place”
You make dreams feel more real than anything else
Even if you’re dead, you’re alive in my head
