Watered down, life is lacking in subsistence. Frail ribs are supporting these heavy lungs. I'm not afraid of dying ( I'm just scared )
I'm just scared of being alone. Fate breeds reassurance when you're breathing at the bottom. But from the top it seems nothing is good enough. Self reliant in depictions of grey. The medication affects me the same way. I know we felt you standing there. The faint noise of a beating heart. Was the cancer there in the room when it set you free from the dark. You can't follow me home. Under the same sick sun, the one that you're running from. I don't want to be another sad song. I am sick to death of the sickness in death. Falling, fading. I will return to the ashes of nothing.