Existence - Hot Cross

Rocket’s red glare sets in hues that pushes the fatal shot ever-closer to a

broken tune.

Wasting my time and thrown face-first into a bloody trail

Left by gods and habits started

While misery dreads the broken-hearted

Behind fragile hours, one more untimely existence.

Self destruct before daylight, wake up dead from spite.

My head’s too tired to change what can’t be,

Too forgetful to feel what was once seen.

I never forgave your silence

Sometimes we fail to need and tripping past grief is easier than making myself

bleed.

Show me how to feel for you.