i can feel my bones growing into burdens
i can taste teeth decaying on my tongue.
in all the realizations that fall to dust as the [bad word] where all dissonance drips away and the coldest nights await
moments of sightless rest serve as slights gusts of peace.
until I'm awakened by dreams drenched in reality
where I watch someone else's hands grace the only thing I've ever loved.
I want to burn like the sun that stains my eyes.
i want to burn, i want to live
just to salvage was hasn’t been withered into iron hearts, throats of gold
I have four white walls but no solitude.
I refuse to let your [bad word] fold so let my name dissolve.
i want to burn (like the hope of empty men)
i want to live (like there is nothing else but this)