Made it to another moarning
Fire inside simmering under the coating of a tangible shadow
have the others awoken?
some's lives snuffed to coals like ash of tobacco
poison in my flesh, hope it don't overtake me
appointments with death, booked on the daily
my last wind continues to blow on my embers
so it's whatever, and to you it might look like i'm crazy
it might look like i got nothing to lose
tied up in the noose in a matter of time
a cup of pills emptied, a log left to rot in the woods
unstuck from the glue that patches the mind
unclutter the room that i was occupying
when the suffering's too true and i wasn't lying
staring in from without
terrarium in my palms, life's fragility staring me down
But perhaps it grow from the shards in due time
Maybe debts owed for meadows to grow from confused minds
Trying to learn to love, who taught me to hate
Trying not to impart the same hardened mistakes
Not locked in a Coffin tucked in a grave want to be harbored away
Every flickering spark a traveler
to the stars that we gaze, To the stars that we gaze
Light a better way for those that follow their way

Trying to find hope, or at least a better way
kindling stricken ablaze
to a bon fire
to a bon fire

hard to articulate it, god stricken with hatred
barred the path i'd walk to the sacred
suffocated, loss of ways to talk and pay debts
lost language i talked, bread too rotten to break with
staring in from without
terrarium in my palms, in solitude preparing a sprout
Imaginings of my whereabouts were I’m proud
Removed snares from myself that tear myself down
And hurt those that suffer as well more or less
Set ‘em short another tomorrow with, hurt that I shed
Trying to foster care when adopted by fear
lost heir of a snuffed flare sinched heart and clenched tears
Innocence scarred To the bone, infected
Demons at bay, my ward which i have to roam as the retched
Familiar places overgrown with thorns
Feel my being in heart of the storm, treacherous
But perhaps it all grow from the shards in due time
Bruised fruit but food for the roots that climb
Although i might fall on this path, i might be alone
Perhaps another will rise from my bones

Trying to find hope, or at least a better way
kindling stricken ablaze
to a bon fire
to a bon fire