clouds

fog inside my eye corner in the corner i try to cry

i know why

i wish i could fly

spread my broken and fallen wings

miserable after a joint

what’s the actual point?

whatever’s above my comprehension

i beg for a moment of peace

i fucking hate that tension

between my bones

i can’t even breathe properly

i need to go to my lonely planet

save me from the grave

from my weak soul tombstone