uncontrolled spaces
lifeless 'til provoked
deep uncharted oceans
nonexistent 'til claimed
great raging fires
silent
when there's no one
when no one is mine
the no one is me
tall reaching branches
pointless to even try
countless flaming cities
measured without cost
all-seeing eyes
without stories to tell
inside the orchard there's a scent of devilry
as was in my heart
the sweetness overripe
rancid in attempt to overcome the shackles
if only the soil could hold
the wide-open wound
won't heal without purpose
it never stops
the wide-open wound
that never heals
the no one is me
