Waking Curse
Days falling into shallow dreams
I sleep again and fall for empty needs
My movements guided by these strings
I’m stitched to life and I’m dying for some wings
Can’t recall why I am worth more than my death
My reasoning delights in my last breath
But something twists my mind for you
I want it dead, but there is not much I can do
Nights lifting me within my hands
And now there is just nothing I can stand
If this is what I need to be
Then why is the pain building inside me?
Still circling down an idle hole
I have no thoughts, other than the love I sold
Is there something that can end the loss I feel?
But then again, this is only something the end reveals
Testing me upon an empty floating isle
My love has died and the dead spread out for miles
I’m writing notes and sending them to earth
To ease the pain, I will spread beauty from this curse
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