I hate the empty pit
the shackles
and the dancers
I hate the dust
the misery
the smiles
and the laughter
I hate it when you’re
above me
and I’m always looking up
I hate the pointless details
the fighting
when I’m stuck
You’re a demon I hold onto
when I say my heart is on the mend
But nothing stops its bleeding
and its a message that I send
to my closest friend
She holds the melting candle
but I still feel the burn
Nothing stops me from drowning
when I’ve decided which way to turn
and it’s always my turn
I question my own intentions
but am def to what I see
and I continue to question
the mark you’ve left on me
Is it an omen?
A drug?
Or a gift?
I crawled into a tunnel
where I sat, gazing upon it
Carry me to the brightest end
and I’ll always point toward the other
But lead me to darkness and I’ll fight
for my ceasing lover
