These stars
Within the silence of my loneliness was where I shook hands with the beast inside and slowly became that vessel of buried anger and pain. That childhood, now not even a memory, not even real like they say it once was.
Bit by bit I attempt to rebuild what was left scattered around my bare feet on the wet dirt.
Hidden and hidden again so I can't even remember where I placed it all, and as I turn to try and find myself I see nothing but sky, nothing but cloud filled sky, nothing if that's what these stars are.
Within the silence of my loneliness was where I shook hands with the beast inside and slowly became that vessel of buried anger and pain. That childhood, now not even a memory, not even real like they say it once was.
Bit by bit I attempt to rebuild what was left scattered around my bare feet on the wet dirt.
Hidden and hidden again so I can't even remember where I placed it all, and as I turn to try and find myself I see nothing but sky, nothing but cloud filled sky, nothing if that's what these stars are.