uncontrolled spaces
lifeless til provoked
deep uncharted oceans

nonexistent til claimed
great raging fires
silent


when there is no one
when no one is mine

the no one is me
the no one is me
me, me, me, me


tall reaching branches
pointless to even try

countless flaming cities
measured without cost
all-seeing eyes

without stories to tell

inside the orchard there's a scent of devilry

as was in my heart
...the sweetness overripe...
rancid in attempt to overcome the shackles

if only the soil could hold

when there is no one

when no one is mine
the no one is me


when there is no one
when no one is mine
the no one is me

the no one is me

when there is no one

when no one is mine
the no one is me
the no one is me


the wide open wound
won't heal without purpose

it never stops
the wide open wound
that never heals

the no one is me
the no one is me