I want to feel weightless in a world
That seems to rest on my shoulders.
Becoming colder as the gravity
Of reality constantly creeps closer.
It’s a harsh, deluded truth;
Main character with loss of control.
Cold shoulders, silent tears;
In a bed that became a first home.
Strung up by promised change;
Strung out by a young age.
Release the bonds of care;
Exhale history — be free to fall away.
Laid to rest all the heavy thoughts
That seem to weigh down our minds.
What’s yours is mine, & what is mine
Doesn’t matter — your constant decline.
It’s a stark, welcome truth;
A universe of controlled chaos.
Tortured beauty, stained-glass grace;
Torched their Lover’s deceit & beds of rot.
Exploring liminal peace,
Where shared life once breathed.
Gasps for a delicate dance,
Above educated feet.