Glass on the floor, moonlight on my wrist,
World so loud, but it don’t exist.
Fade in the smoke, I don’t feel missed,
Talk to the ghosts I grew up with.
Old phone buzz but I never check,
Words mean nothin’ when the soul’s in debt.
I don’t dream now, I just drift and rest,
I don’t bleed red, I just fade to next.
Snow fall slow on the powerline hum,
World turned gray, but I still don’t run.
Heart gone numb, but the beat still drum,
Cold to the touch — I’m the chosen one.
Ashtray full, same thoughts replay,
Eyes half-closed, I’m stuck in the haze.
Can’t find light in the mess I made,
But I still walk through the static and fade.
Life so thin, like a thread unwind,
Voices in the dark, they align with mine.
Don’t need praise, I just need time,
To fall apart quiet, then realign.
Snow fall slow on the powerline hum,
World turned gray, but I still don’t run.
Heart gone numb, but the beat still drum,
Cold to the touch — I’m the chosen one.
Sky so still, stars don’t blink,
Mind gone blank, I forget to think.
If death got a door, I’m close to the hinge,
All dressed up — with nowhere to sink.