It’s roughly time for a jailbreak
Time to escape from hell
Now that the guards are down and sleeping
Time to sneak from my cell

As I begin to leave
I think of all I’m going for
Then of all the bonds I’m leaving
Which would splinter more?

As I pass through rusted gates
And cross the dusty way
I think again of those behind
And whatever they shall say

But in the end I’ve come to know
This woeful, echoing descant
Many of those who you leave behind
Wouldn’t think of you if they had this chance

I stand out here, truly tested
Looking at the world through new eyes
Thinking I could be normal without it
Thinking I could keep the guise

So this is it, truly the end
Of my long and distant prayer
As I sat back in my prison cell
Knowing nothing else but the pain I’d face out there

I sit alone
Taking in the view
Listening to my tune

I look at you
I think of what life would be without you
Then I stop

I look around
At all these people
Who say they care

I look inside
I see a wall being rebuilt
Stronger and less vulnerable

But I guess I’ll just sit
Alone and silent
Listening to my tune

There is a word
One word
The greatest desire
To cross the lips

The most powerful word in existence
From someone loved long ago
Yet to show again
Yet to reflect

I despise it
As it out of my reach
And I feel I need it
In order to feel anything again

But I guess we wait
And see the future
To see if the treasure
Can be attained

I met with a vampire today
Standing, freezing, and so unsure
It pierced my heart and soul
Burned me to my truest core

As I sat there in it’s stare
Unable to breathe, think, or go
It whispered with a thundering voice
Asking what I know

I trembled upon the cracked cement
Not knowing what to say
Yet without words or spoken tongue
It went along it’s way

And in that moment filled with fear
I finally understood
The vampire was just myself
Draining my life for good

Words are used too often
And yet even more misused
Showing our weakness

Such as sadness and pain
Shifting from physical as a child
Simply meaning a splinter or cut

To emotional when older
With shattered dreams
Or failed friendships

You seem to be illiterate
Throwing words you don’t seem to know what they mean
Like love and feelings

You seem to be illiterate
You held my heart in your hands
And slowly crushed it wish the guise of a tender embrace

Maybe I'm illiterate
Unknowing what to say or feel or how to show you
Not knowing how to tell you and pour my heart to you

Have you ever been at your breaking point
Not sure where you’ll end
But the actions and words are telling you different narratives
And you can’t decipher either

When you’re about to fall and crash
And you can’t quite tell what’s going on
But you know what you feel
You just can’t place it

You know when you’re broken
And you’re picking up the pieces
And then you figure out what broke you
And you make yourself stronger than before

You know when you find it
And you leave your armor untended
And then at the last moment of trust
You feel the warm blood drip down your back