I will be calm before the storm
I will be sitting in the dark sharpening my tools
sparks that light up my eyes blind useless like your shield like your smell
I will be sitting by a corner trying to understand how to put my soul on a slip of paper
silently like your naked steps in the snow
I’ll be there when you’ll leave
I’ll take the fall carelessly
I’ll break that shell you thought you could be I’ll dismantle that wall you thought you could have
sharp edges ready to fight hunter prey
with all those slips of paper I could only make wings because I’ll be flying so high that I’ll almost almost
fall
I’ll be watching you you’ll be losing yourself drowning in an ocean of sorrow
you’ll be grasping for air hopeless faceless lost in a dark pit with you guts full of pills
I’ll spread my wings so high, so high that I’ll almost almost
fall
I’ll end up shining supernova
I’ll be your light in your dark
I’ll be your lighthouse so far up through your desperate sea
I’ll be your calm before the storm