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