Dialogue For One

Suburban Tribe

I feel stuck in here

I smell the stench of my own decay

I've been hiding out

though my fears and wasted years

are all exposed

there's nothing left when they're gone



Strip away my love

defuse all of my hate

peel off the smiles and moans

that I always fake

I'm hollow inside

exhausted and numb

talking to me is like a

dialogue for one



A lopped off torso

I clipped my wings to subdue my soul

and I will harden myself

until I reach the perfect bleach

of soothing pain

there's nothing left when it's gone