​Alone…
Dark…
In the distance sits a phone;
Sleeping, waiting…
To speak: hear.
Direly, time floats on.
Forgotten.
I sit looking for a seat.
She.
With eyes of concrete.
You can feel alone,
Speaking to the dead awaiting burial.
We are the voided army.
The commonality between destiny and destination.
Yet, we have never been here
Chasing away the fear we have,
To stay in place removed from the physical
The door which is never opened also never closes…
And yet we are in constant fear of the other side.
Let me in, let me into see my own reflection
And looking back I never saw the intention
I guess I just wanted to see the other side of me
Don’t hold on, don’t hold back, don’t look for noise as long as you hold your hands out
Don’t go as you say, you need to stay away from me
Alone…
Dark…
Stranded in the wilderness.
To speak here, directly
One must see through
The concrete blinds.
Void of life,
We see through strife,
And though she breathes,
She never had life.