Dialated Star

the sky is red
So subtle
Unsure if you'd even notice

The Sun is glowing
I mumble
As I'm burning from the solstice

it's right in front of me
aggressive tendencies
Clocked out in pattern

But what they want from me
Possessive renderings
It doesn't matter

Freedom from mentality's breakdown
Reality in lead of the hellhound
Choking on the chain
Fresh hells and oh wells

never have i breathed in air so pure
it's burning to my lungs
never have i exhaled enough
tastes like giving up

giving up to the sky
let it take the direction
Shifted to connection
Myths of resurrections

Corneas bruised
The sky is so red
Bloodshot in the moment

The day has passed unused
The clouds are dead
Haven't you noticed?