in this field, this grass is dead
the world and these people
have ****** dry
everything that was left
and here i lay, i'm here alone
it's safe to say that this is home.
the sunlight is a nuisance i just wish
would disappear, crawl back underneath
those blanket of black clouds
rest easy with her fear.
because today, i could use some rain
to wash these lies from my skin
the dirt underneath my fingernails
keeps sinking in
i am alright, i am content
amongst the death and desolate
landscape covering my anxious face
would i hesitate
to trade this in?
familiarity means more than what it seems
high heels across that narrow beam
structure. is that what you call being free?
the birds outstretched their aching wings
and i understand, i'm one with them
together we shade this hollow land
a breath too far, a cut too deep
there are no voices for miles
and i'm finding it hard
to find a reason to sleep
i could stare into that emptiness for days
never blinking or believing
in useless dreams, i have seen
what that can do to a human being.
a coward as they call it
a waste of energy i never owned
i would love to say that i care
but i am too busy breathing this absent air
to gather my intelligence
to prepare for a talent-less show.
i left the time back where i left the world
and i can promise you
this is what i deserve.