Past the Kiss of the Sun

Without this burden of the endless sky
Days would pass you much more slowly by

Because it hurts my chest to think of this
I leave my thoughts to gaining the sun’s kiss

Upon my nose, and upon my chest
The apathy of merely silent rest

My thoughts they swirl like death within my head
Filling all my emptiness with dread

And all my thoughts, they simply cease to stop
The boiling water in my heart’s over the top

And I just scream with restlessness and hope
That wont be washed away with simple soap

That hope, that somehow I will work it out
That things so deadly, will simplify in doubt

I am losing touch of all this mess
Within my head, that I wrap in a dress

And hope that when I finally fight the war
I will end up left with nothing more