Broken into pieces that he picked up.
He said, it’s alright.
He said, this is the last time for a goodbye.
Everything will change and the sounds will sound different.
The curse of the universe, coming and going but it will all feel the same.
Wanting a soul to breathe and release from the pain.
Burning on and on but not getting what we wanted.
Time is ticking as these words are loosen meanings of my thoughts.
Chasing the city lights, blinded by security.
Harder to believe as the thoughts we had disappeared.
The end of gravity, the start of becoming marked by the crushing memories.
A reason or sign for all the designs of our flaws.
Coming back around, the sharp blade of your words cut too deep.
New friends, old and distant.
Fearless in the world we are disappearing behind.
Our devils are down the hall and it would be easier if we let it be.