Xayra
an endless aeon of silly silly sorrow
it's my fault
a wrecked ship
i've ruined it all
it could have been
so harmless
i failed at all
just yesterday
so packed with sap
now i'm a starving root
without that light
i'm less than nothing
and now, i'm afraid
that light's fucking missingâ¦
to hold on
no stumbling block
but now, what for?
what good is
keep living
when you're yourself no more?
i knew it could have been hard to win
but oh, such a defeat
i can hardly blink my eyes
better to keep them shut
forever
too serious
too shallow
too patient
too harsh
too kind
too cruel
too careful
too rushing
what a messâ¦
what if i bite my own veins
and die by chocking
while swallowing them?