I have a new one, it's gotten worn and ugly
from stopping to think to try and feel at home
the stars are bright no, more than our destiny
drink up pure success until the thirst is host-less.
My head then sank in my heart, there's nothing within
my chest, what of the rest
of the ones under this as well?
"drag them within" she said
"drag them and spin."
There's no instant healing
there's fright, behind doors weeping
us, the scrapping of pens.