how to not die alone(on hold)

you ran right out of time, old man

we all noticed.
(The wrinkles in your face)
it began slowly;
(Like a volcano bleeding molten rock)
Because that's what you were:-
(A volcano)
-slow.

you showed us, once,
the lava trickling through your veins.
(no wonder you burned out fast)
it suddenly made sense why you were always so warm
(and why when you got angry youd spit fire)
everything you did was danger, was pointless, was empty
(punk bitch, you were my idle)
That's who you were to me.
(Now you're less)
now youre a buried treasure, lost at sea
(hopefully)
the ocean swallowed you up and
you really arent what you used to be.

//this one also messy but i wrote the main idea of it at like 2am last night and i wasnt sober so sue me//