You don't smile much anymore
Hurricanes can't rival
Words you hate to share: "Burden,
Lay me on your bruised shoulders."
Those rents you turned on yourself
These wounds you've cradled to sleep
Each one as tattooed
inside your chest as into your skin—
Do you wish different?
Or do you cherish them?
You're all alone
in an echo chamber you made
Technicolor universe blurred to grays
Do you see everything black and white
Ferris wheel stars are lost on you
"So much, so much, so much, so much.
So much, so much, so much, so much."