Observation

If there's anything physics teaches us it's that the very act of measuring something, of observing it, of discovery itself, changes things irrevocably. Human lives are tragic as we chase after that which we are denied hoping some cosmic force or grand design might find us worthy. Trying to convince ourselves, our peers, our lovers, that we are worth them sticking around. We can end up without real form or function trying to figure out what we are when unobserved.

Observation

It seems there's never been

Any substance

Any cure or kind of light

The only solution is this company

So I'm setting the circle in order

I'm bringing the clockwork to bear

Beneath a barely visible moon

Lost in the shadows impenetrable

Bring me here

Under the starlight

Draw in close until I can taste it

The cold embrace

The warmth is fading

And I'm under the illusion we are friends

The Earth beneath still tastes of rain

Like a bolt from the blue you speak my name

And I fold weak at the knees

Like a ton of bricks

Come down on me

It seems there's never been

A chance for you and I

Just a spark of parasitic lust

A fire burning for only that night

So I'm setting out this message in a bottle

And trust me I'm deserted as fuck

Cut off from what makes me deserving

Armed with a love that could never be enough

The skin beneath still speaks of pain

But your soul is what I'm digging for

Exhume and examine this observed by the stars

Before I'm finished drowning

Take these tender words from my lungs

Pulling at the nails

Dragging demon tails

But I'm running out of holes to dig

This swallowed soul

Far from whole

With nothing more familiar to summon

So I'm sending this out without regret

And trust me I'm fucking used to disappointment

Running around in these ritual circles

These candles burned down into the floor boards

The world above still spins the same

All I have is a memory of exhaustion

Our love like anti-matter self-annihilates

And I fold into singularity

But I'd give anything

Count me lost

Dangling here

Observant heart

Unfinished verse

Still instrumental

A particle worth splitting

I can't deny a promise I'd still make

If you think it's worth colliding

I could still be your wave