I contemplate this empty place I’m at,
I try to turn away but it stares right back.
Will it be the sunset,
The voice in the breeze?
It’s the sound of the Thunders-
the waves that rage to pull me Under.
Can you take a little bit away,
So that I can be at ease
From all this turmoil- this chaos
Which dwells inside of me?
Hungry, thirsting, aching
for any heart that’s beating-
Not run out of blood
Just from keeping up-
Is it a useless endeavor?
To war to hold myself together,
So you could finally see me
not trapped in a whisper of
something of false security
The emotion of chaos’ noose
Which I’ve tried to break loose
Yet it won’t get out
It’s come back here now
To seduce me away again from
It’s shown me for what you are-
A veiled, disillusioned insult to soul.
Lying here held tight against my chest,
You words bore a hole in-
They didn’t even need to be said.
So don’t forget-
I don’t need to believe
It was only blood that sated you-
Taking its root, growing into the proof
That you were never real,
It was a wasted appeal.
A dancing illusion of feeling
You played for my eyes,
While binding and blinding
To my demise.
I can no longer bear your scorn
The floor is plenty warm enough I know
I’ll stay sleeping here
On my own.