i paint you hollow

the skies are the woods and the woods are -
poison, like your words
i hear them, if you're near or far
and my love, it always hurts

the woods are the sky and the sky is -
empty, like your heart
you need my gaze so you don't miss
the cue to play your part

cause i'm the pen and i'm the brush
and i dictate the seasons
transforming pain, i need to hush
all of your hollow reasons

if i survived your golden cage,
i surely am immune
to heartbreak, simply turn the page
good riddance, not too soon