Too much energy to be dead

but not enough life to be alive

just enough water in the petals

to maintain an unordinary wilting appearance and simply survive

drooping like a willow tree

fading like the moon blocked behind weak clouds

In the back of the line, pushing towards the light in front of me

only to be told my tickets are no good

I waited for a second, maybe I misunderstood?

The gate shut hard in my face

as he hung his head down, with a hint of disgrace

The devil is my scouter

And while dragging from the line

He holds my money and laughs

Sending ice blades through my veins and chills down my spine

I'll never make it to heaven

I'll never make it past

my soul has been burned

and only ashes left to thrive

there is nothing left for me

so bury me alive

that's me in the morning

lol!
thats me at night