First strike of lightning, first boom of thunder
All this goes on and I still wonder...
A thousand times
My heart bleeds your lullaby...
Velvet sky lines lace mountain tops
My body lays broken among death...
They called her,
"Ashley!"...
The blade rests upon my skin
Forward and back it slides again...
Is this manic or is this just fantasy?
Catching myself as I climb the mountain...
Dark thoughts filling my actions
Pumping my veins with venom...
What is this placed on my plate?
A slime of what looks to be alive...
I feel locked deep inside my head
With thoughts that float and dance...
The thoughts are growing, forever overwhelming
Blocking away a sense of a sane reality...
Don't cry to the ocean. Don't cry over me. |
"we stopped checking for monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside us" |
My purpose is lost at sea.. floating in a bottle that is sinking fast. |