The door is clicked the screen is dark the air begins to chill
And now the room is louder since the racing pulse is still.
Its a specific kind of heavy a gravity of soul
Like trying to fill a broken cup thas nothing but a hole.
I count the pieces left of me I scattered on the floor
Wondering why I’m starving when ive never eaten more.
The guilt is not a sudden lightning sharp and quick and bright
Its the slow and steady rising of a cold and gray scale light.
Im an architect of secrets building walls I hate to climb
Trading pieces of my future for a frantic slice of time.
Theres a ghost inside the mirror with a look I don’t confess
Who confuses being wanted with a cure for loneliness.
Every "yes" was just a "no" that I didn't have the strength to say
A way to numb the stinging of a long and hollow day.
But the numbness has a price tag and the bill is coming due
In the distance I have created between who I am and you.
I want to wash the static off to scrub until I’m clean,
To be a person once again and not a brief machine.
But the guilt it stays like iron a shadow on the chest
The exhaustion of a marathon that never grants a rest.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 3:39 AM UTC
The door is clicked the screen is dark the air begins to chill
And now the room is louder since the racing pulse is still.
Its a specific kind of heavy a gravity of soul
Like trying to fill a broken cup thas nothing but a hole.
I count the pieces left of me I scattered on the floor
Wondering why I’m starving when ive never eaten more.
The guilt is not a sudden lightning sharp and quick and bright
Its the slow and steady rising of a cold and gray scale light.
Im an architect of secrets building walls I hate to climb
Trading pieces of my future for a frantic slice of time.
Theres a ghost inside the mirror with a look I don’t confess
Who confuses being wanted with a cure for loneliness.
Every "yes" was just a "no" that I didn't have the strength to say
A way to numb the stinging of a long and hollow day.
But the numbness has a price tag and the bill is coming due
In the distance I have created between who I am and you.
I want to wash the static off to scrub until I’m clean,
To be a person once again and not a brief machine.
But the guilt it stays like iron a shadow on the chest
The exhaustion of a marathon that never grants a rest.