Just...

[tuna_or_die]

I'm sitting empty
windows tinted with your sounds,
crawling across my swelling pride
to drown you out
as everything feels the same
but everything tastes so bland
without you staring back at me
in this broken mirror.

So soon to leave you,
too bad i had to go
i couldn't hush these shadows
constantly reminding
of every gun we shot,
to light the sky so empty
killing stars above,
every laughing gesture
confounded by the sun.

I'm sitting here
lost in every texture,
caught by surprise
as i begin to fade away,
become the mundane
to let the miniscule
become my biggest hate,
allowing every minute
to destroy my greenest fields,
but it's not for you
that i'm losing myself to,
but it'd be nice
if i could think i was.