I lose my breath for the ways we wept
Carving our chains from the sorrows we claim
I curse my hands as they build my plans
The coffin sized for me that I lovingly heed
Each step towards my death I shriek as I grin
I cannot stop mourning even as I descend
Why do we not cease all this clamor and doubt?
I know what will save me but I grieve anyhow
We built our own tomb-traps but we gild them and stay!
filling the rooms with silver decay
Floating our corpses in gold-blood and gloom
We’re certain this death will not be the last
We’ve died so many times in the past
We are all a dime a dozen
Count our sorrows, compare our suns
Nobody matters, not you, not I
We seek to cut the gold from our eyes
a tentative hope, wildly young
springing to life! wonderous knowledge
i can see by the stars, though they burn on my skin
i would rather be hurt by the truth than the wind
the pressure of wondering finally gives in
i don’t have to wander through THESE QUESTIONS AGAIN
Tears stir my eyes as I
Embrace the truth in
I live for the high
And curse your name while I fly, or
I have forgotten how to be afraid
The star-bursts cannot sting or break
Their lightning slides off every wound.
I no longer give my heart
To fire-walkers, chaos-stars
My blood-beat burns alone.
I am on my own
I rise from the dark but the
Shiver-heart snarls and
Covers my joy with its tar.
I, sticky and stunned,
through the mud.
I don’t think I know anyone
All hearts are foreign to me
Have I ever even loved? Have I ever set someone free
Why do my heartbeats echo just to hurt the ones I need