Look at me now
I decayed long ago...

Slight separation from reality
Unnoticed, yet it effectively...

How many dead things do we bring to life
In the hopes they'll keep us safe at night...

If you take out all the anger
And you lay it on your skin...

The rainbow won't remember two blind searching...
Who grasped at prisms, thinking they'd be golden...

I'm full of the fear of regret
So I give up on things I could get...

Water dribbles past the icy sheath
and pummels sandstone with its shine...

Light glances through the mist-filled trees
Gentle hands weaving heart-strings...

I am a boat
Taking on water...

Each grain of sand went sifting through the others
And as I ran, I barely heard the thunder...

I don't want to exist
I want to be a ghost...

I house your disappointments
Here, behind cold bars of aching bone...