#singsong
When the stars align,
And the world sits fixed
A north wind sings across the river Styx.
Who will come forth,
Who will face the hollow force?
Something cold burns,
charred vibrations in the gray stern,
Conflagration of a heart's spurn.
When she became your ghost,
and let the oil run
The soil on his lips -
watching the sky burn
For all its words, oceans underneath
Dancing with black birds,
Dancing hand and feet
Lovers last words,
shelter under cover,
Burning in the snow,
safety without another
It's something beautiful,
something you’ll never know
Mothers last kiss,
bodies losing in the mist.
An ice blue sky,
and a pale white fist,
He never even tried,
leaning for a kiss.
When the stars align,
and the world sits fixed
The north wind sings
to the river Styx
While the sky burns red,
And hearts grow cold,
How a baby yearns,
and trees grow old.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC
I know that I feel
way to high that I spill
Raindrops from the sky
and I've known that I've tried
Just imagine, one day you'll be the one who's asking. For help to no avail. Your health done plummet and crashing, drove like a nail, and then I'm blasting, hocus pocus bad spells. Locked up without any bail, but still wouldn't tell and the fact is that I've given every minute I can spare. Time isn't replaceable and that just isn't fair. But I can't stay in my lane and I might trip on the politicians game. Never fake stay the same. Pulling rank ***** as I focus and aim at a snitch.
I know that I feel
Way to high that I spill
Raindrops from the sky
And I've known that I've tried
I know that I feel
Way to high that I spill
Raindrops from the sky
And I've known that I've tried
I know that I feel
Way to high that I spill
Blowing back clouds. All about that loud. And I wear it proud . Turn those tricks, face the facts hand me the stack and watch it flip. ***** knows the quality of a **** Look at the story of Rick and Morty and how they came and went. Calling the shorty cause I wanted get faded and bent. Y'all try to catch up and yall nigga's feeling spent. Empty pockets so change the topic because you just paid rent. This music game I've only begun to scratch the service not even a dent. Because to this **** I found meaning while surrounded by worthlessness never felling content. Dealing with ******** until it becomes intolerant. when they never got the hint.
I know that I feel
Way to high that I spill
Raindrops from the sky
And I've known that I've tried
I know that I feel
Way to high that I spill
Raindrops from the sky
And I've known that I've tried
Feb 16, 2023
Feb 16, 2023 at 7:02 AM UTC
Waiting
For the shadow of the earth
To drink the sunlight from my room
So you can light it up
With a little light on my phone
Waiting
For other voices to fade to white
I could listen to yours all night
Even if its just vibrations
Or my specially set ringtone
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
You'll be fighting your monsters
til you're six feet in your grave.
I know you, you're strong
still it's hard not to cave.
Sometimes in summer
it's easy to forget
that the war is still going
when the battle resets.
Inside, in the dark,
where the flowers can't reach
They see it's their time
to attach and leech.
Lay low, wait til morning
and remember you're loved
when fuzzy little monsters
Return with boxing gloves.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC