Four

Vacate is the word, vengeance has no place on me or her. Cannot find the comfort in this world. Artificial tears; vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers? Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere. A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on. But there's a trapdoor in the Sun.

Streetlamp is to burn bright
But I say turn out the fucking light
Cannot think with what burns my face
What my soul has disgraced me with.
Thoughts were just thoughts but reality hit
Didn't know what to think of it
Didn't know if to hurt or miss
Didn't know at first if it was worth the risk.
Now I guess I am to know
Didn't know if you hid or show
You held something within your hands
I distanced myself from your demands
I didn't hide, I gave you a chance
But you didn't grant me your second glance.
I could dream, I could hope
I could cry and I could mope
But I won't. What would grief give
To demand to see what no longer lives
To see empty bottles all over the floor
Stacked on top of what is no more.
Slipping through the cracks, they're ever loose
What is worth a chair and a noose
Cruelty is me, cruelty is you
These kinds of things are nothing new.
To have something to give, pain it brings
Hurts my heart, my eyes it stings
To let a wall down is to destroy what you build
To find it wasn't ever to last, though I knew
To know there was nothing to me and you.
It was a play, it was a game
But in this piece there is no blame.
Peace is distant and silent
But so is the ever knocking violence.
There's nothing to feel once you fall
I only know I'm building back up the wall.
Numb is better than what I feel
So I let the rest of you grab and steal.
Rest in peace in the ever silent piece
That's to you.
And to the numbing cold
Without a name in the night
To the streetlamp that had to turn out its light
Without a fight, without being haunted
I really just hope you got what you wanted.

xoxo