Can you be as kind as you like to say?
When you've destroyed worlds and decided to stay?
Sitting at the top alone, alone.
The sparse area of the in betweens.
The too vivid and the unseens.
Pat the soil in hopes for growth, but without haste.
All this time as you've gritted teeth and claimed your fame to waste.
Sitting at the top alone.
All alone.

Is this where you want to be?
A spiraling orb of past drenched lips.
Speak through me, but you can never come to me.
Clinging dress to her perfect hips.
Too bad you only see what you want to see.

You can stay down there in waiting for the moss to grow.
Through the grass, the dirt, and your seeds to sow.
Sitting below alone, alone.
How many times must the walls be built before you stop trying to climb?
There are scars on wrists, but they sure as hell aren't mine.
You can see the smoke.
But don't think you can touch her flame.
Sitting below alone.
All alone.

Saree McClaran