Vestigial

Why?
The dawn breaks,
Every possible scenario streams through my temples
I've lent myself to heaven,
And my body shakes
The actions are all the same,
None deliver me from peril
I count my finger tips
Feel familiarity become my morphosis
I'm not good at this
I'd rather tell my story than turn into it
I ask of me a favour
I know that the sunset comes in every single flavour
...
I want to feel less than alone
I wanna be the little piggy that never made it home
...
Why?
My wings are beaten black and blue
So how will I ever give them to you?
I can't lament my own morning
But I can find a place to write
So I skip breakfast
And I pity the plight
I've only just left the ground
Ambivalence is every single particle
I can't navigate around
The wind sings my songs
I don't make a sound
I can see the route for me to tumble down
...
We're not getting warmer
You told me on the phone
This useless alidad
It Makes me feel alone
Embers in the clouds
I'm lost all of the time
Fires in you street
Well, I don't wanna be out-
Side
...
Lay my whole head down
In the hopes I'd feel pleasant
Traffic is pieces
Written in my penance
...
Why?
To nurture nature and then begin
To pray eternally, as the sky remains below my head
I spent another day feeling sorry for myself
I'm spineless,
I'm helpless,
I've been swaying in the wind, and I've felt it
It's hard to feel that you lost it if you never truly held it
So I,
Drown my face as I wait for the sun to go away
It's just a few steps at a time, but progress is a lot these days
...
I could travel a million miles and I'd never feel present
Writing is just nurturing my pheasant
...
I'll pick up the pieces where I left them
See if I can't fashion a vestigial
I don't want to feel alone again
The nascent dusk has been crowned my friend
I don't want to feel like this again
The vestigial has cracked, I'm tumbling
I don't want to see you again
...
Lay my whole head down
In the hopes that I get to feel something
Writing is just
Nurturing my pheasant
I could travel a million miles
And I'd never feel present
Traffic is pieces,
Written in my-
...
(Woah, I feel
I need you)

I don't want to feel like this
I don't want to feel like this
I don't want to feel
I don't want to feel like this
I don't want to feel like this