I am speaking in an empty room,
describing myself to the walls,
exposing myself with the words,
I wonder how much you might have heard.
Hiding in the corner stall,
didn’t know that you were there,
shoving your dreams up your arm;
I thought I was so far from harm.
There are illusions that we hold
as close to us as God.
Lies we tell ourselves
when we’re scared of the dark.
We’re special and we’re brilliant,
but we’re not safe at all;
the truth is just a mirror,
depending how it falls.
I am designing pain
for all of the world to feel.
I’ll share my choice of shame,
give my trepidation wheels.
Give my conscience a gun
and give insecurity the bomb,
share all my visions of the earth
after everybody’s gone.
When the universe decides
to shatter your perfect sky,
I’ll be dancing all alone
with the perfect alibi.
I was never meant to serve,
you were never meant to prove
there’s a point to all of this
Like the heartbeats in your chest;
All that time that you invest;
There’s a truth to consequence;
That’s the lie we never sense;
The empty room has living walls.
The echoes of my words
come back in one million voices
all proclaiming the same thing.
“We didn’t have a choice!”
Liars mainlining denial.
Maybe if I’m silent for a while,
the echoes will die;
we all die, too.
Watching the end of the world
in a room without a view.
HG – 2016