Never going to be what you see,
That pulse you feel beneath your skin...

If inspiration never returns,
I'll have to travel the world...

I wish you knew
Or I could say...

What is your disease?
Such ignorance with ease...

Everyone's looking
Like crossing the scene of a crash...

I always knew it in my mind,
It's my stubborn heart that holds on...

I have come to set my angst upon the page
Strokes of madness written in blood...

A hand slowly crawls across my body
Hunting vulnerability...

Lost selves floating in the distance
Who you were, but now, cannot be...

A few loose notes
A barren soul...

I have found your secret hideaway,
And I hope to never leave...

Twisted islands of paradise
Stretched throughout the mind...