Cemented in steps

Is this the ceiling

My soul is gone

Picked clean by crows

I’m waiting with bated breath

Is this the outskirts

I look far ahead for a semblance of light

I’ll take the option

With time sweeping forward

A lesson learned the hard way

That feeling when you can’t let go

Death of these past feelings

Tucked away in a place of reserve

I yearn for a time of the lowest

I look far ahead for a semblance of light

I’ll take the option

Dream noisе

The only thing true is the craft that wе bled over

The rest was fiction

Taking space

Up in our heads

Where will it take me