Who even knows.

My mind walks out into the night,
while my body stays here completely in sight,
I scream out for some decent light,
while my thoughts are completely not at all right,

The help i long for, just brushes against my finger tips,
the feeling of warmth will never be pressed against my lips,
the hands that settle on top of my hips,
will never be felt until i can just unzip,
the truth of what makes my stomach flip.

what am I feeling? I try an ask myself,
"It's nothing, your just gaining some old dead health"

My mind walks out into the night,
while my body stays here then leaves, from complete site.

If only anyone would understand,
and try and retake my hand,
i don't want to be thrown away,
like a bundle of some old horse hay,
just know i am not begging,
not even trying to be the one winning...

Why don't you just come with me,
and i'lll steal your pain,
before it just turns you insane,
i rather you not be slain, for death is just a meer silly little game.

Don't trust me? just try to regain,
some simple thoughts you see,
that's just how it comes to be,
when you should believe in me.

My mind walks out into the night,
while my body is forever gone,
from your site.