ii: Mirrors by Temples

I am bitter that I am so desolate
Can you even sense me anymore?
Craving a sketched out happy ending to watch
plays out like a song (bird)
Forge us a place to be with everyone else
So that they may see me again.

I am destruction so that you will never
you will never Grow without me (and)
Everything that I made for your -d-e-a-d-
Hearts see light in a dark corner of reality
TV screams colours too invasive to suit me
anymore / no more.... everything
everything sweetheart that I stole from
my (our) bed to know you, I made for you.
will disintegrate into pictures of
-A- pictures of Tall Sails billowing in winds
winds that scream my demise.

Tell me again why I should Climb Higher
I want to go
-d-i-e-,
to -s-h-o-u-t-
scream for Mirrors.