Serenity is the Best Part of the Collapse
Why am I beholden to someone who never cared?
It’s like I’m stuck on a treadmill, just trying to catch you,
But I’m just powering all the things that let you leave.
I’m only fit to be abused. Who would ever treat me differently?
If I offered some value, maybe things could change,
But I’m merely struggling to keep a bullet from my brain.
Life is like being a raindrop falling down.
Careening and screaming towards the ground.
No matter how you wriggle or plead,
Nothing is changing your trajectory or speed.
Cause no commotion when you hit the road.
Just another little angel whose lost her soul.
What’s really the tragedy in the end?
At the start all of our molecules came from nothing.
To negative space we will return.
No longer a memory nor concern.
I guess this is what I get for loving you more than anyone else could.
I hope what makes me some day breaks you and together forms a star.
So when it collapses into a black hole, no one will ever again see what we are.
This is the monster we became.
These are the beastly claws prying open into my veins.
Collapse again into nothing, for that is what you are.
This is your natural state. This is the stake we’ve claimed.
