Some nights death whispers in my heart,
Filling it with feathered wings.
I could fly away,
To spend the last moments of the day,
In shallow clouds of gray,
Warm in the sun's last fading ray.
The whispers dissappear,
My feet still taste the cold veneer,
And my tea I revear
As its drops a golden tear.
The world fills my mind,
And wonder what I am.

Ignorance is a pit,
A well of despair,
Where you suffer unaware,
Unable to escape,
Trapped,
Alone,
Loveless.

Once I dreamt of a world so grand,
I reached to hold it in my hand,
But it fell away like pale sand.

That guy, that boy, that man.
The words roll round my head,
Like a big bingo cage,
Full of thin razor blades.

They say the sun shines bright
Beyond the hills of night.

Perhaps one day I might
See this beautiful light.

For now my days are dark
My dreams are nightmares wrought.