i scraped my knees in the
realms of time
i don't know where to hide
under the willow tree
to find and harvest
the new moon
a cracked ceiling blinks
with long lashes
my long lost friend is
still ice cold
it is not yet spring

greet my reflection if
i go too long
without smiling

a transparent person
it looks a lot like
me

run with the wind to
the killing freedom
search for the
ultimate home
surrounded by fields
to make an eternal summer
the frozen sun goes
around and around
a bird with a
broken wing is dead
no one came to visit

Doctor, oh doctor.
Please help her remember.

Help her.
Help her.
Help me.

Get her out of the fog.
Lead her the right way.

Wake up.
Wake up.
Don’t sleep.

The abuses behind my back.
The darkness swallows her.

Don’t go.
Don’t go.
Come back.

                                   Doctor, oh doctor.
Would you please do something.

So lifeless.
So lifeless.
So dead.

She’s disappearing.
Her memories’ slowly fading.

Get it.
Get it.
Give it.

Give her the antidote.
She’s so toxic.

Always remember.
Always remember.
Never forget.

She was my medicine.
But now she’s expired.

Amnesia.
Amnesia.
Remember me.

She’s my drug.
She made me an addict.

Take it.
Take it.
Devour it.

Once you take a taste,
You can never forget.

I’m running out of ideas.
They never come to me.
I have to find them.
But they’re all just the same.
                            I don’t need help.
Going from place to place.
I always end up in the same spot.

Writing and writing.
Just to throw it away.

I light a cigarette.
Lean back and relax.

Clear my mind of everything.
But everything's the same.

I have a place for all my ideas.
But there’s nothing for me to find.
                                     It’s broken and old.
I’m left with only one thing on my mind,
And that’s filling up the empty jar I still hold on to.

I’m lost in a box of toys.
My childhood memories.
It’s little world for someone small,
Even a demon could fit inside.

I used to play with them.
But never did I realize
that they were the ones playing with me.
I'm a doll.

It was never a secret,
But it was something I could never speak of.
The voices I heard at night.
The shadows scaring me for life.

They wanted me to play, and play and play.
I was trapped in a corner of their twisted intentions.
I didn't give in to them.
I was calm but with a hint of fear.

Now I'm running in circles.
Getting chased by living things.
It’s still a little world for someone big,
Even a demon could stay.

Run. Hide. Repeat.
Scream and scream for them to stop.
No help, no listeners for my prayers.
It’s endless.

It should’ve been the opposite.
But I had to pay for my sins.
They put me back,
And closed the lit.

I was never a human to begin with.
I’m the doll that are meant to be abused.
Forever and ever.
I’m still lost in a box of toys.

it’s like i’m trapped inside of an oyster
hidden away from the world;
except i am not a precious pearl
waiting to be found

You’ll have to be insane to
*feel sane.