i started a fire...
all the leaves i'd walked over for years came to know my sadness, felt my fear as they burned up.
i'd be throwing shade from my glass roofed tomb and if it comes down i'll know that i'm finally alive,
and yet it's all for nothing.
when i dream the colours are all there- on waking slowly draining, done trying to care.
they draw my sickness in from the air and it goes on til death.
i'd be throwing shade from my glass roofed tomb and if it comes down i'll know that i'm finally alive and yet,
and yet,
and yet,
and yet,
i'm not.