I am a prophet,
An author of my life.
I control all I need to,
And let go of what I don't.

If the sun loved the sky.
Like I love you.
There would be no moon,
For the wolves to howl to.

The part of me,
that played in the rain,
Slowly died with you.

"Are you crazy"?
She cried as she saw me on the edge.
"No, and that's why I feel I have no place in this world".

The waves are crashing, screaming for attention.
Avert your eyes from the screen, real life has come.
It's knocking at your door, but you can't hear it over the television.
You pity me because I have little.
I pity you because you have so much.

I feel like I'm kind of, maybe,
Unraveling.
Is it this lack of, sleep?
Sleepless nights hurt my body,
Won't let him heal,
I say him because I'm not sure it's me..

I hear what I see, and think what I am,
Questions overcome, this frame.
I don't know what, it is I am,
Or if I am the same.

Things sound different, and dark,
And cold, does this heart still beat?
And if it does, is it still my own?
For I don't know what's become of me.

I've slept alone, how many nights.
No need for worries no need for frights
I sat and gazed through my minds eye,
You're not beside me, to care if I die.