Looking up

The sky seems bluer than ought to be
Maybe it's showing me sympathy
Telling me I'm not the only one
Searching for that visceral redemption

The moon hangs in curiosity
As she's witnessing this travesty
Between these torn and disfigured hearts
While they try to mend the broken parts

The wind echoes my innermost fear
It whispers despondence in my ear
Bound by this restless uncertainty
Reaching out and begging for release

Idle minds, screaming hearts.

Never knew how words can be rendered useless
After everything is said and done
Embittered by this sedentary weakness
Emptied out in reckless abandon

Begging for some form of consideration
In this utter misunderstanding
Searching, digging, scraping your soul for reason
That apparently keeps you going

So if you then decide to depart
What words can i say for you to hear
The outward tearing cries of this heart
To make you see why i need you here