Running Empty

I feel like I'm running empty

Out on this highway

And what remains is a lonely, lonely walk

I ran low low on the highway

After the carcrash you left me inside

Now I have to walk all alone

Chemtrail Painting

I never felt such a powerful thrust
Winds howled warm as the snow thawed to rust
I never met a widow of a planet so true
I felt sorrow, but hope blossomed as I looked at you

There might never be a way
The sky is endless as we are born astray
Buy we can soar through the clouds we are trapped in
I'll see you where the sky ends and the ocean begins.

Free the birds from the cage in my chest,
A cage built of grief, anger and despair
A dying chemtrail painting across the air
Fly far away, my love, don't ever look back
As I dig another grave for another hay in the stack

To Want to not to Want

How I can't fill this empty space 

Forgiving all I've learned

Deserving to get so much more

I want to be so much more

I want to be someone

I want to live

I want to strife

I want to see

I want not to die

This whole entitiy makes no sense without you

To want to to not want to die

To not want to want to cry

Every step is another lie

All the time I was saving for

Was just a life that I did ignore

I want others beings just to die

This whole entitiy makes no sense without you

To want to to not want to die

To not want to want to cry

"Writers Block"

Perhaps I should've lived to be able to write. All I am is empty words.

Bad Morning

See myself in a mirror

Got that morning face, morning hair

Hungover on life

Bad, bad mornings

Stab myself in the face

Rip out my hair

Bad, bad mornings

My bed is now a coffin

I think I will die

Choking on black coffee 

Untraditional

Untraditionally romantic

Never appreciated 

Holding hands

Acting as a pillow too

And when I sleep alone

The pillow is acting you

But it's not like it should be

It's not like the movies 

And it's not like the life

I'm untraditionally romantic

I will love you

Glove

I don't know how I'd get outta this place

I keep stepping up to the plate just to fall right off again

A cloud filling down a cup, never enough,

Overflown with guilt until it bursts

Laying around, killing the pain

To wait so long, it'll drive you insane 

Waiting for a friend to grab me by the hand

A hand in a glove in the winter winds