Lamina

What's the point of this
In this broken world
I am living in
Someone's glorious realm
We are petrified
From our monster real
We only close our eyes
When we're drunk and weep

We must shine our heals
Feeling spent and older
In this real world
Your touch has gone colder
If I leave it here
If I let you go
I would never see
Beyond my telescope

Sirens
Calling
Hear them
Running

Sirens
Calling
Hear them
Running

I am human
I am flesh
I am skin
I sweat

I am free
I am hope
I am guilt
And more