I won't deny. My mind has wandered to the other side.
Follow the light. The beauty of explosions in the sky.
I've breached the silence. I reek of sin.
A rift in the forked road I grow to dread.
Don't cry to me, I'm not a friend to those who dwell on the dead.
Detox. Sunrise.
There's a crevice in my hope.
The scale, the means, the end won't stop overwhelming me.
No light at the end of the tunnel.
The fear, the doubt, the dark won't cast shadows over me.
I'm broken. You're broken.
As the crescent grows, and as the light returns
Can we face a new beginning?
Such a retrospective obsession.