untitled four

where I live is lonely

where I walk is empty

where I eat is famished

where I love is buried

where I stand is crumbling

where I breathe is closing in

where I sleep is insomnia

where I learn is lying

and with the world constantly falling

i'm not sure how to keep my balance

the noise from my head stereo echoes

so loud I have trouble staying present

in the moment

you are only one second

and two miles

away from what you've lost

the arrival of tragedy marks

the end of the darkest period

untitled three

between sleeping and awaking, i run into walls

showing my reflection to paint

satisfied with the non-responsive glare

I can't stop believing in dying dreams

my head is the sky

my brain the dreamer

my mind is sore, my love is numb, god isn't real, all my idols are dead.

untitled one

i want to be a part of the sky he said, this life has been awfully cruel and unfair, the clouds are only connected to one thing, the blue,

you don't have to worry when you're floating free, gravity always judged me, for I am not what the world wants me to be, I am only connected to you and the things you carried and the stories you told