Oh, how we were cast these roles.

Me,
the defender.

You.
the aggressor.

Yet we do nothing.

Not a single movement can be tied to this silent dance of ours.

The ice you breathe coats the walls.
And the fire I bleed,
seems too weak to melt it.

Through these desperate pleas,
I am rewarded with empty palms.

Together,
we created steam.

An escape for you.

Yet for me,
it will be a place
to hide the pieces of my heart.

If I keep running,
will I reach my destination?

If I sit here and wait,
will it come to me?

If I stop all-together,
will it bounce back like a boomerang?

And what if I ignore it...

Will it finally let me sleep?

He was lost.

So dreadfully lost,
between Life and Death...

That he forgot to live.
And he forgot to die.

Bite into your tongue
make it bleed.

Cut your lips wide open
make them seed
all the little beasts you hold inside.

Let them loose to grow on the world.
Scatter each one to a gust of wind.

And watch...
As your children find a new home.

Watch...

As you are truthfully defined,
by the lies you designed.

The wet smell of asphalt fills his nose,
as he lay there in the street.

In the street where he lay.
Dying.

This man.

He sits on my shoulder.
He whispers in my ear.
He tells me things.

Mad things.
Crazy things.
Insane things.

Things indeed!

Now I turn my head to listen.
Now I cross that silent line.

It is here that I cradle insanity,
like a treasure.

Here that the hate can flow freely.

Now I feel it...

The break in the brain,
that can never be mended.

Like Athena from Zeus,
this Little Mad Man
sprang from my head.

He was born from the mind,
and the death of a heart.

Blue is the sky.

Blue is the sea.

Blue are your eyes
that set my heart free.