Kettle
Invisible– drowning in the noise. You talk with such poise. I went silent– where are the years… Soaking up the nostalgia, drowning… Life is ripping at the seams.
You formed me to be who I am toda… I guess I cannot just give you bl… You’re not the only ones Everything I’ve done to you, You have done to me
I can hear a soft buzzing in my ea… And a pain in my temples The thoughts are flowing un –stead… What is life if I have to live th… No choice, no control of what peop…
If I let you go, You’ll float off like a red balloo… Out of my grip to go see the moon. One day I’ll have to say bye,
You sold your soul, for a lead role. You denied your part in the whole. A comfortable cage you chose, where no pain arose.
I was silenced by your silence, an internal violence... An unsuspected science. What’s the opposite of chemistry? What do you make of me?
Sometimes the passage of time slips through my hand like tiny grains of sand. Missing someone is a poison, I’d wish on nobody.
It’s really hard for me to picture… living the life of your dreams. I just always thought we would experience things togethe… Everyone I speak to
I just realized it’s not my fault Nothing is I can’t help it I know you’ve heard these words be… They sound like an excuse
I swear to god I see your face There’s no one else you could repl… I imagine soft whispers, sweet emb… It takes me to a better place I’m hoping I didn’t choose wrong
It’s an epiphany in the stars, that answers questions I’ve had fo… I keep walking on mars, to forget my lonely years, and those drunken… I wake up without a regret,
What ever is black and white, Does not describe tomorrow . What is grey, describes the next 7… A hollowed out truth, nothing expe… We tore down the walls of tomorrow…
Restless, in emotions, I can sense the pulling oceans I don’t want to feel this anymore. Dragging me deeper in, neglecting the face of sin,
` silence is piercing through my e… and I cannot stop the flow of tear… Drowning out those years. Now I’m shifting gears. ————
As soon as I start writing - I know it isn’t a good sign. Why is it that I never write about anything good? Maybe I’m afraid I’ll