empty sun from bleed (demos) by alec critten

you can tell by the way their eyes don't meet
you can tell that you're swimming in their ocean
you can try to shake yourself free
but not outside the gaze of this empty sun
its indifferent light propped up every night
giving its warmth to everyone who doesn't need it
the killing moon may shine a brighter light
but it doesn't carry all the sting of regret

the streetlamps sing in fugues not directed at your path
and the clouds have work to do
they can't cover everyone (and you can do their math)
it's not hard to feel cast aside when you're new here
lost in crowds all the time like every night is new year's eve

carbon dioxide
you breathe out, it breathes in
all that you give
it takes and takes you out

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