Wallowing in the trench of absolution.
To see what I've known to be.
Marked on the grave of pleasantries.
Assured of the light in the dark.
Follow the colors, to the driven heart.
Follow the fractures, trails under the hollow star.
The wretched flail in the world to no avail.
Trails under the hollow star
Assured of the light in the dark.
Broken ideals devoured beneath the skin.
Marching to the gates, terrified of going higher.
Where do I aspire, conflating these tragedies
Assured of the light in the dark.
Broken ideals devoured beneath the skin.