Arms

Arms

The line of me

is the fire within

to myself I lie

despite a thousand beliefs

The line of this

is my bursting within

rising behind the cover

more than alive its surreal

In spite of this

these flailing arms around me seem to be

the only thing that grounds me into being

forever holding darkness in between

the meaning that this hour gives to me

A line in me

marking fortune within

breaking a tale of magic

this time I know its too real

Despite all of this

these flailing arms around me seem to dig

right through this empty vastness into me

they flash bizarre reminders back at me

they read out what this hour means to me

And in spite of this

these flailing arms surround me and fail to see

the only thing that holds me into being

forever turning darkness into dream

the meaning that this hour gives to me

the meaning that this hour gives to me

the meaning that this hour gives to me

Comfort and Pain

I'm just sitting here, this place is a mess
you're not staying here, you're not even there
the city's asleep, or trying to wake

and I never knew, just how hard it would get
I never believed, this life could just end
instead of relief, this heart lies in pain

this is the comfort that comes from the pain
this is the meaning, so harsh and so frail

I feel like I'm losing, I fear I'll forget
your body is missing, your soul and your face
you said you would fix me, please try once again

this is the comfort that comes from this pain
this pain is the meaning of fear and regret

this is the comfort that comes from the pain
a pain that's eternal and never forgets

this is
my pain
this is my comfort
but also my fate