I find myself pulling the trigger, against the silence that haunts and lingers,
withers in pieces and whispers;
in tears that kiss the hollow,
walking in darkness that swallows,
the moment about to follow
screams that won't be heard outside this box,
it is to be seen if I am or am I not a corpse,
here in this ambiguity, I feel so lost,
I fear the cost of repaying life with death,
for something I haven't met yet;
dreams I cannot forget,
and a handful of regrets,
here i am, chained to myself,
so the ashes can burn my skin and Eat my eyes,
consume the bliss and feed my lies,
I swear I feel I have died, every night there are only ghosts by my side,
dead moments and dreams,
my box is already full, and I can't let go of where I have been,
what I have seen in the loneliness of my being,
I am everything and nothing at all
I'm only standing in hollow as tears fall,
I am no one, inside the walls of this box,
I am someone, for something I rot,
I have no where to be and so I walk, I talk to the emptiness,
the loneliness,
of being me inside the box.