Void Song - Native Wildlife

…goodbye!

Oh I loved her so dear

And her love I did not fear

I thought it would always last

But now it’s in the past…

I have wasted my limbs and my throat, the sweat of my brow, and the esteem of

my peers.

I have written all these words only to disappoint myself

No matter how carefully crafted it may be, my lifeline could be nothing but

these frequencies that fight off my fears.

I’ve tried to pull meaning from

anyone’s suffering, instead I’m coming to terms with feeling so sad, small,

and scared

By now, it’s been done to death.

Overblown and picked apart.

What’s left I only

have to guess

No more feelings, no more songs.

The best has come and gone

It still hurts, but I cannot stop serenading the void.

It’s the only thing I

can do to feel like I’ve left a mark.

It’s living life under a shadow—the

visceral but fleeting ghosts of youth and its imminent decline

I still long for art not born of suffering.

How long will I sing the music of

my wounds?

There’s no more room to grow.

Don’t weep for what I have become.

I swear I’m better off.

I swear!