If the sun
And the moon
Cannot agree
Then fuck knows why
You’d ever ask me
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If the sun
And the moon
Cannot agree
Then fuck knows why
You’d ever ask me
Who wants to live forever anyway?
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be
I’d rather have fun
Soaking in the sun
Than immortality
I suppose I should be happy the sun is shining again,
Feel a spring in my step at the lighter evenings,
Be comforted by the warmth on the back of my neck.
But I couldn’t give a shit.
It means nothing.
None of it melts the ice in my heart.
(Originally Posted 21.03.2019)
As
the
sun
slowly
rises
What’s
the
point
in
going
to bed?
It’s
not
like
sleep
Gives
me
any
reprieve
From
the
voices
in my
head
I don’t care for sun
I don’t care for rain
What I need is thunder
So that I can breathe again