Why does a memory become more sure the older it gets
Why do I think I know what it is that we all need
Where do the words go after we speak
I'm afraid of where the words go and the silence before sleep
I have watched the light pass beyond the boundary of horizon
And blood pass beyond the ring of the drain
Promises fade into nothing
Screaming swallowed by thunder and rain
If you can't face the nothing at least face me today
Look my way so I can exist
Look my way
Isolation is a teacher of sorts and I am its student
Am I looking into the void again or at a specter of me
I don't want to be friends with your band
I don't want to be friends
Every day you can hold yourself accountable to yourself instead
When I can stand no other
When I can't stand myself
I come to this place
This darkest of wells
To attempt to draw water
To attempt to slake something
To feel bereft of this sense
Our measurements, counting nothing at all, while we prostrate ourselves for the number