Nothing Was Waiting

Born in the noise of a burning sky. No name, no past,

just a borrowed life. They told me a story to help me sleep.

Ghost parents calling me from beneath. I carry the weight of the ones who died.

Pay my joy with guilt, wore it inside. Thought I survived for a higher

cause, didn't live free, I lived with claws. Every step forward

I looked behind. Searching for faces I'd never find. I wasn't lost, I was held

in place. Chained to a myth, to a borrowed fate.

Nothing was waiting on the other side, no hands reaching out,