A Dialogue - Gwen Stacy

I have become so bitter that it has reached my core

But every day brings a battle that I can’t win

Still it seems that I have all my drones in a row

I’ll drown myself in holy water, and call myself at home

Can this be happening?

Let me know when to feel, and when to live my life again

I’ve tried my best to overcome

All that I truly have I will lay at your feet

I swear this better be worth it

It’s been three hundred days of cold, and I am so alone

What can I make of this?

Oh me of little faith

Overtaken by mind and thought

I can’t believe how far I’ve come

But it has taken so many steps to get here

You speak your doubts in hope of finding

Something that I have not already seen

There are things that are so much greater

Than your heart could truly understand

You’ve got me out on my hands and knees

But I’m a faithful son to no one

I bury loved ones in memories

Guide me as I walk over their ashes

I burn my bridges to the ground with failure as my road

This is the real world, and you’re falling apart