I’ve spread promises around the inside of a lantern,
Shaped like a moth, touching my hands with oil,
Battering light into the world with it’s fiery wings,
Treading no promises out of it’s dirty little cage.
I empty a world of ashes into the sunset,
A dread of my own emptiness follows me like a limp shadow,
Suckling on the sincerity of my thoughts.
When one mind is too far away from itself, it suffers,
I’ve spread promises around this cabin like it were oil,
And nothing but the flick of my wrist will ignite these ideas,
These concepts that remain unspoken in the shadow of wind,
I’ve stood my ground for far too long, time to burn this concept down.