I just can't take this feeling when I wake that I'm powerless.
There's some old stars burning, contemplating, exploding.
They're far but manage to find their way to hit home.

And I predict that these Gods won't hear me,
No matter how loud I can say their names.

I think they've been forgotten,
And I'm sure that I will have to share the same fate.

We live so easily.
I'm sure we'll all go in our sleep.
(I can't think of a worse way.)

My wisdom teeth are coming through,
I'm trying not to forget you, but I can't.
There's dead bats in my living room,
And I will gladly follow suit,
Landlocked, lost youth.

Time stands against us.
We'll hide it. We'll dive in.
The less I need, the better I feel.
The garbage piles.
The graveyards fill.