Feelings, overuse

I would trade in my blank stare

For a seat at the muse

But the thrill is chased

From all these spaces

With sacred stones

And the scent of sages

And i just wanna know how it feels to feel it again

But it’s a black out stock of empty spaces

In high demand, a witch hunt to churn it anew

I’m on the register side of fate

Just handing it out before i can choose

Who it belongs to

Our dealings, abused

I would trade in my blank stare

If i could choose

But your stuck outta luck

With all these faces

With veils tied tight

To their mental bracеs

And you just wanna know how it feels to feel it again