Little bits of stress
One blade at a time
The subtle grass
The lost rhymes
Half of my days
Spent in fantasy
Bent in a haze
What I was supposed to be
Everything
Fine locks
Weak trees
Broken
At the knees
Is it just mind set
Pretending to be at ease
But I’m not
Thriller no killer
Lost
No god
Climbing the hills
We are the same
We ache and we break and we make mistakes
Sheltering the innocent
We’re all a little fake
We make stories seem real
Surfing tides in our minds
But the truth is we are empty
Like the skies
Like the stars in your eyes
These hollow vines
Broken inside
What’s the reason
Theres no reason
Crying wolf asking why?
It’s a why that can’t be answered
It’s a howl in the night
It’s a distant waking fury
It’s no one’s delight
She scraped ten dollars together
To get high one more time
And then goodnight
So don’t be simple
When its painful
Don’t be silly
When its sad
Do be angry
When you’re shameful
Don’t be greedy
When it’s all you have
If all you have in envy
Your more empty than space
In the whole human race
Combine every living face
Into one crooked smile
And then laugh for a while
Look at us
We are not simple
We are glorious
We are glorious
Broken toes
In stinky socks
In wornout shoes
In nothing
The cliff was hanging
The sun was rising
My eyes strained
My head banged
I survived the night
Where terror reigned
Without a fight
The dream had halted
I heard them coming
I lit a smoke
I waited for you
I waited all night
You came again
The light
The light
You came to find me
And turn my blood red again
You are my true friend
The sun
And the moon
Come find me
I’m waiting for you