Truth
If spoken anytime
Becomes an Ernest prayer that is replied from heaven

I bury my face in the pillow
While the pillow smothers my dreams
And my dreams devour my heart
But none of this can be seen
When it's covered by my sheets

my home is not 4 walls and a bed, it's your eyes and everything in your head..

My head is spinning.
Thoughts are clinging.
Words are swirling
twirling around.
Loud noises I hear.
But there is no sound.
Try to escape this fog
on winters ground.
Find a light that will
guide my way.
I mumble and stumble
so fragile yet humble.
I'm not myself today.

**** these words, in my head
**** these wounds, how they bled
A cord that tightens
And strings that break
I'm a paper town
Thin, fragile, and frail

**** this fight, I cannot win
**** these demons, that laugh within
A butterfly bereft of its wings
And a discarded cocoon
I'm a shell
That broke to soon

**** these sleeves, that hide
**** my head, logic tried
A sliver of sanity
And a drop of hope
I'm clinging to it
Like a rope

**** these games, we play with words
**** this heart, that's never heard
A night I'll never have
And stars I'll never see
I'm blind and alone
Come look with me