I feel Powerless In a world that Acknowledges Only power. Do I even exist? My voicemail has too many Unread messages. I live in the vestiges Of broken hearts. I bear resemblances To tragic arts. I walk through A world of slaughter- Finding words to ease the pain Is getting harder. Words now, Only spew. Words with meaning, Are few. A New World, But nothing is new Say a word long enough And it doesn't make sense. Do a thing long enough and.......
My thoughts coalesce into something they shouldn't be. Thinking of becoming someone that isn't me. My family has such a beautiful tree. Hang myself As a beautiful leaf. All we ever looked for was some sort of relief. All we ever wanted was some sort of belief. But how could we believe in you all, When you Lie instead of talking tall? How do we believe in ourselves, When all we know is how to fail?
Oh, cotton candy is falling from the sky. Pink clouds on fire- Pink matter. This world is cold, I can't stand her. The heart is tattered. We never really mattered.
You've been gone too long now. The tree splits the skies Rooms filled with dyes Of pink. What are we left to think Or feel Except..... powerless.
Took inspiration from Frank Ocean's "Pink Matter" and David Bowie's "Blackstar"