I hear the emptiness rattling around inside your chest and I know that the nights are still unchanged.
Becoming more and more addicted to the loneliness but wearing better disguises day after day.
I still fill the hollows with blue and wait for the calls to guide me home, into the highest trees, the answers are carved into the aged wood and only through my bird eyes can I see it.
The streets fade into darkness, the hills open wide and accept my returning.
I beg to be forgotten by the world.
To leave only words behind me.