Journey Near Dark

You aren’t mean to be
wrong and impossible
You’re folklore to me
Perhaps this is the last time
I’m tired, I need to sleep
One more journey deep and dark
Perhaps this is the last time

Paper thin skin, I can push right through
Tattered and torn till I rip in two
Repeated everyday, I heal, your hurt
For the love of the masochist that you are
Stitch myself up with pincers and wire
Sold my dignity to the highest buyer
Hold myself to the flame till I catch fire
Hoping to burn away my story so far

Filth is the only thing found left intact
It’s what happens, its how you react
Clawing and biting down in the dirt
A black hole absorbing a dying star
The more pain I take the less I care
I need a lifeline but it’s not there
I’d be lying to myself if I said it’s not fair
I’ve earned each wound and every scar

Where the hell is the sky?
I can’t see the sunshine
I’ve lost my mind
Perhaps now I’ll be ok
Where am I going?
Where’s a home for me?
I am only ever lost
I need a place to dream