The Empty Streets

takes me up so high

alone atop a lush green hill

the wind runs through my face my hair

yes i can feel your presence still

and the harder the rain eats the ground

and the greyer the clouds swallow the sky

and the closer i can get to tears

without getting to the point of crying

i stand with arms outstretched

i stand with no regrets

i'm feeling warm in the cold

and i'm waiting to see where you descend

i'm hungry for that burning hole

and the more the colours are sucked from life

and the more it seems like there is no time

and the louder it al

and the less it makes me feel like trying

and the more i've drunk the night before

and the harder it is just to open my eyes

and the drab and the bleak

and no one speaks

and the harder the rain chews the ground

and the greyer the clouds swallow the sky

and the more my head swims in tears

without getting to the point of crying

and the more the colours are drawn from life

and the less it seems like you're bound by time

and the louder it all and the empty streets

and the closer i am to flying away

away from the stagnant people

content with going nowhere

the specks of dust

pretending to be someone

they all make me feel

as i walk with barefeet

under blades of grass

that apart from you striking me down

and lighting up my sky

all i could do to make the world seem brighter

is to shut my eyes