Picking up broken pieces of what we were,
The monsters in my head, ruthless,
Ugh, they strip me bare.
But could you ever bring yourself to care?
I know it all, friend or foe,
Yet here I sit, unmoving, unwilling,
Burnt under the carelessness of your stare.

Like a horror story, in the next chapter,
I know you won't be there,
Oh boy, the sun loved the moon, you said,
But aren't we infinitely lost causes, lost in some sphere,
Broken boats of despair,
I am trying to row...