I had a candlelight, flame.
I traded for the stars.
But I can’t tell the stars,
from the planes.
And it gets me down.

Heart exposed, to please.
Eyes glowing, darkness surrounding.
Misinterpret for teeth.
Killing, killing, killing.
And it gets me down.

Everyone is a weapon.

Lips moving,
all I can say.
Hollow, hollow, hollow.
Hollow and gray.
And it gets me down.