You wrap my hair around your index finger,
And tell me that you love me.
No less, no more, than you ever have before.

You kiss my forehead and hold my hand,
And whisper that you'll never leave me.
As long as I am forever breathing.

You hugged me goodbye before I went to work,
When I came home you were so badly hurt,
Blood pouring from ever eligible place,
I'd never seen such terror on somebody's face.

You died that day, in an awful way,
And now I miss you every single day.
Suicide is not alright, people shouldn't have to fight.

I've never experienced such pain in my chest,
As when the doctors told me you were out of breath.

I'm forever in debt to you, for the happiness that you gave me,
Was evidently more than I ever gave to you.

All of  the rowboats in the paintings
They keep trying to row away,
And the captains' worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves.

They’ll keep hanging in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day.
All of the rowboats in the oil paintings,
They keep trying to row away.

I Hear them whispering, French and German.
Dutch, Italian, and Latin.

When no one’s looking I touch a sculpture
Marble, cold and soft as satin.

But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins.

In glass coffins they keep coughing
They’ve forgotten how to sing.


First there’s lights out, then there’s lock up,
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences.

It’s their own fault for being timeless,
There’s a price to pay and a consequence.

All the galleries, the museums
Here’s your ticket, welcome to the tombs.

They are just public mausoleums,
The living dead fill every room

I cry and no one can hear, In hell.
The blinded eyes that see The chaos.
Bring the pitiful to me,
Even though I'm wide-awake, all I see is blackest night.
i wait for you.
It's  cold in here there's no one left.
I knew, I'd cherish all my misery alone

I cry and cry for you
The Ghosts that haunt you with their sorrow,
I cried because  you were doomed,
Praying to the wound that swallows All that's cold and cruel.
Can you see the trees, charity and gratitude.
It's black in here blot out the sun,
Our misery runs wild and free
And i knew, the fire and the ashes of his grace,
Would die the same day as my ever lasting face.

I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone.

I long for that feeling to not feel at all.

The higher I get, the lower I'll sink.

I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.

I wish there was a way to explain the pain,
To someone who might feel the same,
But there's not.

So I continue to fight this tiring game,
A game of blades and sleepless days.

A game of bags under eyes and suit less ties,
Because my mind wanders why I'm alive.

I wish to find a day where I feel I want to stay in this world