Falling, drifting
Crying, sinking
Lying all alone
Can’t stop thinking
Dreams of people
Come to life
The pain they bring
Cuts like a knife
Visions of pain
Blood red eyes
The hands of a clock
Keeping the time
Rolling seas
Rotting hands
Boulders coming
Marching bands
Lands of ice
Dying rose
Faces blank
Nothing shows
Sleepless nights
Fear the dark
When it rolls in
It leaves a mark
Sunken eyes
Rings of black
Lost in midnight
Can’t go back
Holding knees
To their chests
Wonder who
Will break next
See the lines
Lines of red
Left upon them
Skin cells dead
The red will heal
Then made new
All because pain
Gets them through
I am not them
Not going to fall
In the trap of red
I was once that small
But not anymore
Made my mistakes
Felt the hurt
Felt the ache
I still do
But never again
Shall I be one
Of the broken men
