The Burning Star Rises.
The burning star rises only to see me engulfed in flames.
The walls speak of moral condensation, only to be coersed into burying our scars.
I have been cleansed--- No longer searching for that diamond in the mud, for I have been found by something much greater.
Silence.
I have been imploding at the seams for years, yearning for brass stitches.
Beneath the flood, stripped of love, the burning star rises only to taste our blood.
She wants to be bought.
They want to be taught.
Everything I've ever loved,
Is now showing signs of tropical rot.
I deserve this profound hatred of the light. You deserve this open mouth that never again will speak your name.
I have done nothing but all I can... and I don't owe you a God Damn thing.