The Echo or the Answer

Bleary

I layed my youth in a casket

The dirt is still under my

Fingernails

The knife is wiped clean

Childhood doesn't live long here

Noise

This tounge is an AM radio

All I hear is my static

Palms

Over my eyes

I don't want to see what isn't there

Old memories taste like candle

wax

The flame's gone blue

This isn't the first time I've

Spiralled

I haven't hit the bottom

I'm still tumbling

down

I'm flipping through the pages

I didn't bring my glasses

Bleary

When I wake and when I sleep

My vision never really clears

Bare

Feet across the cold grass

Desperate to feel something without the

Dust

Troy has fallen

I've found the greatest

vice

The rust sets in on the door handles

The city built on sand sinks

sideways

I'll ask the sweet land of liberty

If the hunger ever stops

Detour

But the destination doesn't change

Holographic smiles and real

Tears

Do the street lights change

When there are no cars

Blink

The crowns don't last as long

Sings the building of an empty

Empire

The seasons begin to shift

The sun grins at the earth one last time

Mist

Settles into these lungs

And across the chest

Ghosts

And I share secret smiles

My youth is dead but

lingers

It reaches out to catch me

And slows the decent

Exhale

The violence I commit against myself

Swallowing my insincere

Apologies

Maybe one day I'll mean it