Lyric Who Knew

Every single notion burned indelibly.
Every motion leaving scars behind.
All sincere emotion received skeptically
with no preparation for life eternal.

Every tear that s fallen brings one thousand floods.
Paper cuts are leaving blood behind.
All the silent laughter ringing piercingly.
I blink making my eyes mine.

Words in their worthlessness, they should be
Weighted down, but do I truly wish their cessation?
Fly.