Calling from the ceilings...

Glass that never rains,

Until today...

Where the blood stains my wooden floors...

Eyes of hope vacuumed into space...

Given to another star...

While the dust collects the body...

...

I've been feeling lonely lately...

Solitude has even left me...

Now its just me and a heart that I don't speak to...

It sits in a corner wondering where I'm at...

"Baby, I've always been here."

My name shouted like in multiple beats...

Like the number of times I've beaten myself...

Wondering about my moves,

My soul surfacing the other side of the moon...

...

"Find me"

Where? I can't even see the day time...

Especially when I'm always asleep...

Wishing to stay in a state where I could talk to roses...

And bloom into their thorns so I could cry blood,

Instead of dreams that never come true...

...

If I'm a demon,

Then just let me know....

Then I'll just be on my way...

Letting the fire erupt and singing a sweet decay...

Melting a glory into a memory...

Shining like the midnight shadows...

Eyes of a slithering corpse...

A dead man's wonderland...

...

If I'm a fool,

Then tell me God...

Let me know that I'm the fool to use a tool...

That would take me out of this nightmare created...

Tell me my mind is just a facade of voices...

Just ideas from another mind suffering...

From the same poison I drank a long time ago...

And morph into one of them...

One of them...

...

The medicine is near me...

Internal bandages that peel off too soon...

Leaking my hollow thoughts into the cores of my chest...

Making my heart disappear like a magic trick...

Bunnies and doves don't live here...

...

My hallway,

Long and steady...

Telling me secrets of the dawn,

That I've never heard of before....

Screaming "Holding on tight!"

"Everything will be alright!"

Why does my own house give me these truths?

When the lies whispers around their ears?

Now I walk around the county,

And believe that everyone resents me...

The abhor nature is coming out...

And it won't be a million dollar sight...

...

Is this my life?

A fond farewell to a shadow...

Imprinting "S.O.S" on the concrete...

That no one can see...

So it gets soggy and fades away...

Just like the sun...

...

I want...

Serenity.