Never heal black broken wings,
Or a promise of nothing in a blood filled home.
The stitches of wanting to disappear with a start,
And the tears of long ago have gone. 

The better ends of nothing are found,
With another round of quitting to breath.
Being left down to nothing and believing to hear,
Swinging dreams of fire and air,
Better to believe this than something else. 

Next time you try to let go,
Light and love collide, keeping you inside. 
Feel it coming, feeling wild.
Home Alone, scared, nowhere to hide 
Find fear build alright.
Fall to hit your head, wave goodbye.
(with your good hand)

Some say buy,
You think life a lie,
And home a waste of time.