my body is built with glass
so that light can filter in
my bones are made of sticks
my whole heart is a forest
of monsters

it's dark
I've lost the path

my soul is the moon
it guides and blinds me
like a moth
lonely for stars

I cannot contain my light
I cannot reach shore

I sing aloud with empty lungs
the song of everyone I've ever met
the forest echoes the howl
I've forgotten

I've forgotten what my voice sounds like

when will the morning come?
my lantern isn't bright enough anymore.