Toska

The empty shell of a barely beating heart.

The subtle sound of solemn whisper.

This motion is a notion of a memory.

The crushing weight behind your voice.

Night light skies, vacant eyes, the lonely drives.

Thinking in one ear and out the other side.

In my dreams, breathing, seeking.

Chasing that golden arrow, whispering through the breeze.

And in my absence will memory mistake the truth?

So what do I have left? (To take back with me?)

What do I owe and how will I know if the stars

Still align without you?

I crumbled back into oblivion.

How did I ever fall so far away? (So far away from you.)

I’m tripping through the maze in my mind.

I can’t stop the cycle.

My own reflection in the mirror is mocking me.

I can’t remember the last time I anchored my feet.

So close my eyes and turn me over to the concrete.

Satisfy the demon that fuels my defeat, fueling deceit.

The empty shell of a barely beating heart.

The subtle sound of solemn whisper.

This single motion is a notion of a memory.

The crushing weight behind your voice.

It still bleeds. I’m not reaching.

Can’t escape this feeling of constant pressure.

So what do I have left? (To take back with me?)

What do I owe and how will I know if the stars

still align without you?

I crumbled back into oblivion.

How did I ever fall so far away? (So far away from you.)

Over and over again I try to tell myself that I’m fine.

That I’m prepared to lose a part of me outside what’s mine.

I can’t take it back and now it’s all in the past.

I’ll find the rest I’m longing for, so turn me over to the concrete.

Relieve me of this tension, **** another lonely story.