They’re full now, there used to be a sparkle there but now they’re fogged up with grief.
The white lines have erased everything that shined in you.
The drink has made you full and hollow. But these are the things that make you happy now. This is what makes you thrive.
You’re dead, you had everything in front of you to live and you chose death.
You’ll think about her one day and wish you had chose different, don’t dwell too much though hopefully you’ll be looking back through new sparkles that you found in your misery of existence.

Why do we wait for the empty promises, the moments that are so far and few in between yet make us feel like the end all be all. Why do we wait? Why not act on our worth in our all knowing consciousness. Does the pain of suffering make for the crescendo, in the ticking toc of moments we see only the peak and hope for the top of a mountain. Then find the height lonely and barren, hollow in only echos of nothingness. So why do we wait on empty promises? Maybe it’s because in those eye catching sparkles of light we feel worth what we already know we are. No doubt no grief only tranquility that everything will be ok.

When I see you the beat of my heart can be felt on the other side of the room
My temperature rises, you make me hot
Staring in your eyes they sparkle with grief, you are a sad soul who knows he’s beautiful
An illusion of void that knows he’s full.
When you speak you are shy but yet know
you are wise.
Boastful of apathy but knows he is hurt
How have you become so numb?