Nothing

Maybe all I thought

Was no more than an ornament

For a cracked front

And the walls of my heaven

Reflected your slanted wings

Drawing chaos in the air.

Everything is a part of nothing,

Everything is a part of me.

Maybe all I wanted

Was no more than pretty lies

To throw my stare to that star

And the voices which tuck me in each night

Laments of a dying

Disguised as a lullaby.

My way back here wasn’t lineal,

Pieces of the past are chapping my hands

The sun is fading to black

Cause the hollow silhouette

Already doesn’t want a shadow

Already doesn’t want a name

Already doesn’t want a saviour

Already doesn’t want an escape.

Everything is a part of nothing,

Everything is a part of me.