Drowning under a cloak of human skin, to die...
Staved from the sun, yet we find the time to be...
If I could do it over,
I would tell my mom...
Every thought is a thought alone.
Mostly without reason - out of the zone...
Paralysed body,
fragile and comatose mind...
Words I've never spoken
Things I've left unsaid...
It's times like these i think of Death,
About it's possibilities to end my breath...
Hello, I'm back,
but I guess that doesn't matter...
I went to write 1000 words about a Sunday dream
Inside these romantic shaded walls...
The skin on her wrists look so bare,
She has so many memories of what used to be there...
I think
if...
I closed the door,
I rummaged through the cabinet...
Can you see the walls crumbling,
Hear the shrill screams...