Walicho

Eight hundred stars exploding in the night

A fissure in the Earth within, opening up

To consume all that has not been anchored by love

I take a blowtorch to my lips

To recreate the feeling of our first kiss

I lose sleep at night, kept awake by the fear

Of us never really understanding

The complexity of our being

Am I a product of my environment?

Are we doomed to lay in the trenches that we dug?

And is a wild horse rendered useless alongside a broken bone?

Never enough

Never enough

I cannot feel a thing

Never enough, never enough

Please

Let me die first

Please

I've got you in my chest

Some thing's loose

Please

Don't tell me who'll be next

I will forever burn

I will forever bear the burden of shame

But it's still

Never Enough