Like starched regalia, I’m cold, thoughtless; my soul is in a freeze.
Mothers eye see through me and I’m no longer desperate to scream.
Father has become a child, ripped and weak at the seams.
Jezebel plays, melancholy has plagued this living thing.
Sometimes, brothers sit and talk about unicorns and rainbows, sister’s brew on moments of wild gun fire, sometimes; everything just isn’t what it seems
Truths are shallow, lies are deep,
In hope we wallow, in tears we sink
We will wait on a new star for just a thousand years
The light that will extinguish our fears
A new sun to dry up our tears
This wait causes me to bleed
This wait, this pain
Like nosebleed, we hope someday it’ll go away
and be free.
my black bile 