Cradled in the boughs of this broken tree
Dead to my aspirations...

Damn it
Why did she return with him...

Staples
Cutting into my skin...

So here we are
Resurrected...

Like a dream
Slowly fading...

A sense of belonging
From around that corner...

I feel like a stranger
Foreign to their grief...

Black, so dark, so dead
I cannot bear to see no life...

It was freedom
It was freedom, right...

Gone on
Lost in the unfamiliar...

A pale imitation of a life that I lead
Blurred misgivings clouded in dew...

Demons en masse
Locked in absolution...