The Sky

The purple wind flows through the crashing sky

I can't feel my hands

No I can't.

The open road cries for mercy as I drive on it

I can't see your hands

No I can't

Along this winding street of memories the bends and curves are enemies

Of growth and development

Anti dividend

The heartbeat of the asphalt keeps booming in my ear

All I feel is my fingers and hands begin to smear

The beeping noise that I thought was an angel was only machinery

For a second there I thought this was the end of me

Can't feel much these days but I'm still alive

I'd give the world just to leap off a tree branch one more time

To fall and laugh and say I'm sorry

To always make the ones who matter worry

I'm sorry

The pavement sang my song of goodbyes yet I'm laying here being told to "live life"

How tone def are the ones who rot on the inside as the world around them disintegrate.

I'll blink my eyes one last time and decide to let go of it.

I'm so sorry