Blades convoke my screaming soul,
attempting to give me home to seal the hole...

Its time like these,
when I hear the thoughts...

To catch the sun,
in the palm of your hand...

~ shaped, gracefully, sprawled among the ground,
listening, waiting, for that sweet precious sound...

I trudge past another day,
where I, as you can see, am no longer sane...

You can taste the liquor on my breathe,
the blood on my cheek...

I begin to feel sick,
from the pills that I ate...

And the birds are singing,
and the phone is ringing...

I need to stop thinking about you,
these thoughts need to end...

Expressing,
and denying...

I sit here waiting,
waiting for you...

I wish I was lying,
When I said I loved you...