To See Another Sky.
Time doesn't heal
In spite of what they say
Cuts become sores and sores become permanent
Like a sharpie to your past
Naming the demon
But leaving him there
Grinning at you like a benevolent gargoyle
Marking you and claiming you
A signboard or advertisement
Of every hand that's left its mark
Impressions, a phantom touch or a memory pillow
An intangible weight and a limp in the gait to overcompensate
So I kill my liver and poison my lungs
Waiting on lady luck to drop in
While I pick a frayed sleeve where I once wore my heart
And simmer in a cocktail of self loathing
Clutching straws
And breaking my own back
But with a bloodied grin I take it all in
Lost in the numbing endless scroll of fake and fair weathered friends
Wishing I could have done better
As a gash the shape of your hand oozes blood from my chest
And I wonder how much I can give before I finally give out
Or why no one seems to notice
The bloodied footsteps tread on the floor
Were you just passing through
Or leaving breadcrumbs for your way back home
No one comes to see
No one seems to care
I suppose it's true
That no one has ever died
of a broken heart before.