You're blaming
Disrepair
On the moonlight
Carving
At your
Own eyes
Any connection
To the truth
Or open eyes
Silent
But screaming
Cries
The pain
That comes
With slicing
Open
Knots
The cloud
Around
Your brain
It's just
A game
That you
Have to
Play
All the
Clouded
Clarity
Leaves you
In the night
Tucks you
Into bed
And lays
Your
Ink filled head
To rest
You wake up
Inside out
I don't doubt
Your purpose
You really think
You're born
For this?
Dipping pens
In expired
Time
Seasons
Already
Gone by
Leads you
In a circle
When you
Draw
What you've
Already
Lost