Bitten Nights in Hell

[warning: this makes no sense... well *i* get it... if you want to know what I'm talking about ask. this is home life for myself and my best friend]

the look of murder would have frightened anybody else
sometimes people forget the eyes, though
they hold it all

sometimes people forget why we sleep with the lights off
the lights show the mascara on our cheeks
the clear vision of a broken heart staring back at you
this can't be good for insomniacs
the lamps cast shadows of lies on the ground
where not so long ago i was passed out

the darkness casts a veil of security over our souls
makes it alright for the time
just enough
until the sun reveals the truth
and the blinds are shut
because we just can't take it

sometimes with the lights off you can pretend that the girl in the next room isn't killing herself
and the girl beside you isn't hyperventilating from exhausted emotion
you could maybe make believe tears aren't streaming down your face and blood isn't going to stain your sleeves

maybe you could even tune out the slurred screaming that might just be echoes by now

perhaps with the lights off nobody will notice that your eyes are shut so tight they appear they've never been opened
and your biting your lip so hard that the tang of blood can be clearly tasted and none can hear you hiccup from the pain
rocking back and forth like you recently escaped from a crazy house

but you haven't escaped. you're locked

when the give-away flicks on we look around;
holes in the walls..
like over sized bullets

i put a sweater on and no one can see my sleeves

the person beside myself coughs a cover

the slurred screamer hides her bottle

the girl in the next room makes no sounds whatsoever

his light's on
he prefers denial

with his eyes closed the murder hangs heavy in the air

the culprit sleeps soundly