uncontrolled spaces lifeless til provoked deep uncharted oceans nonexistent til claimed great raging fires silent when there is no one when no one is mine the no one is me the no one is me me, me, me, me tall reaching branches pointless to even try countless flaming cities measured without cost all-seeing eyes without stories to tell inside the orchard there's a scent of devilry as was in my heart ...the sweetness overripe... rancid in attempt to overcome the shackles if only the soil could hold when there is no one when no one is mine the no one is me when there is no one when no one is mine the no one is me the no one is me when there is no one when no one is mine the no one is me the no one is me the wide open wound won't heal without purpose it never stops the wide open wound that never heals the no one is me the no one is me