Open casket
Skin looks plastic
Eyes are broken
No emotion

He stares at nothing
Yet we're staring at him
If I was being rude
He would have told me.

Now they must bury him
He doesn't want to go like this.
But no one will listen if you don't say something.
Everyone is sentenced to death... even if they are innocent.

What did you expect? 
I am not here for you. 
If anything, 
I am here to watch you fall. 

And when you are ready 
to stand back up,
I will be the one 
kicking you back down.
Taste the blood
Inhale the dirt.
Feel the burn. 
And close your eyes. 
So I don't have to.

Sometimes I think if I break... will I spill out?
Memouries and melodies are the only treasures I have. 

Sometimes I dream of falling asleep.
Every morning I face the nightmare of waking up. 

Everyday I must reintroduce myself.
Every night I know I will forget.

Patiently I wait for The day.
Every evening I close my eyes in anguish.

I sleep cold at night. 
I sleep with both eyes open.

Am I just a mistake?
Or have I yet to find myself?

Teethgrinding -I can't stop.
The silence is deafening.

I prefer the lights out at night.
That way I am free to see what I want. 

I wish I knew how to dance
With someone new.

I don't like how the mirror looks at me.
It won't tell me anything, but I can see it in their eyes.

My coil feels broken.
My lips they are charred.

I lay down in my filth
And cough up more.

I ***** for something.
I find Nothing.

Wake up, and turn the morning on.
I watch as the flowers in my yard still slumber.
Put my hands on the back of my head and break a smile.
The pale blue sky smiles back saying, "It's been a while."

Take a ride in my car down to the soft and hazy beach.
Waves applaud my entrance; a never ending ovation.
A casual glance at the birds that pass on by
Never even glimpse in my direction with glass eyes.

Laying down the ocean sings me its lullabies.
The sand buries me with its careful hands.
The tide must be making its way in.
Sweet smell of salt. The ocean winds.

I feel so at peace. Though the day has yet to begin.
The sun catches up with its morning. Rushing.
When the noise starts to break through,
I start to leave.What a beautiful day it was looking to be.

Combusting into green flames
The photographs bleed black smiles.

Fumes inhaled. Stinging the eyes.
A twisted mass of flesh lay on the ground.

Breaking the dark for a moment.
Their hearts slowly shimmer out.

Looking at their faces
It seems they lied.

Crumbling into mere soot
They stare at me no more.