Sitting here alone; never knew loneliness had a taste
Been bathing in sunshine, trying to fill this dark void inside of me
Writing and repeating pretty words to put my mind at rest
Chasing dead dreams that never prospered; only seeing the death of stars instead of their birth
Aching to be touched, to be held, within this otherwise empty, walking corpse
Running towards the ascending moon, as though I can catch her & make her bear witness to my despair
Crying at the forsaken ashes of those I knew or once loved; leaving their old bones in a field, planted, and yet nothing ever grew
Catching fireflies in a jar, lighting my way at night, when things are beautiful & mysterious; when everything I feared came out
I walk this endless cycle, aching, beaten & bruised; the clock ticking away, trading one minute for the next as I wander through the woods, wondering what happens next in this masochistic lullaby