Tired of believing in me,
it's  a new level to the dark,

I'll fall down the stairs if somehow it helps you,

Walk past my bones and do not even suffer
to look at me for even a second,

I will be the frown,
if it'll make you smile for miles,

Step on my grave if it'll take you to heaven,
I'm not cryin,

Step on my soul,
I'm not feelin,

I think I'm a man now, and a bad one too,
trying to think of the cards I'm dealing,
but I'm afraid I'm not thinkin anymore,

I think I don't have hands now,
or eyes,
but I know I'm here,

In this big room, in a much smaller room,
in a much smaller tomb,
in pursuit of an everlasting soon,

I don't want to say,
or see, or be
a thing,

but I do want to help you,
see how the sun feels,

Be like the distance you see,
when it feels like life says,
here's to you.

A gorgeous vine, stood before a man,
but this is not a flower, he murmured,
overworked for many hours,

He cursed, seething his suffocating dower,
at this plant that dared mock the flowers,
to its place he should return it,

His hateful heart sought to burn it where it stood,
but he understood, to truly wound is to leave a mark,
so he gnarled his face and gathered his phlegm,

spat,
down upon this comely green being that wasn't his friend,
and watched himself drip past the superimposed grin,

and in this plant that wasn't bleeding, he was brought chagrin,
and kicked,
and kicked it's leaves over,
and over,
again,

To the midnight,
and dusk,
this song, to sing and fall over, eternally once again,
the callous man's rage, the empty man's grin,

To that, a farewell.

The music from the soul,
once again taking it's toll,
until it comes to a boil,
and from the head it's stolen,

Pieced together for your sake,
truly for my own, to assure,
I don't break,
or stake my entire seeing on something fake,

Let me, fester and wound,
myself into a lake,
allow me the decency
of breathing while I say,

I am alive, you are too,
so let us love one another,
until we are blue,
and after too,
when our bones don't hurt to break,
when to burn our soul
no toll takes,
when our heads are given as a keepsake,
when you can use my arms as stakes,

I assure you, wounded and forlorn,
from a forgotten, unremarkable place
I love you.

I'm writing to you, the only way I know how to,
entirely bare, naked, in the entirety of my soul,
attempting to sing, where no words or touch may reach you,
to be like a moonlight that with its glance can kiss,
and cover, your eyes and lips, and make even your clothes
sensitive to bliss,

To call you darling, is to say you are dear,
but if between our eyes it's so early, if we have yet to even begin,
how can I paint you the future I surmise,
past it being a simple painting, one among the hundreds
other fingers have colored, I want to have your heart panting,
I want you to feel the dark breaking,

Make no mistake, this is not about saving,
you are not a weak thing but a powerful one,
you are not seen, rather, I devour you entirely,
every inch and ounce, all that you are,
even if it kills me,

I take us as mark, a marker with which to draw,
to a slow stuttering drawl, the hours full of stark
meaningless pain, that the beauty of life has sworn to seal,
away forever, with just playing,
smile, because love is a truth, and from life's kind eyes
it is vibrating.

You are the emanation of a knife finally tucked away,
to give you my life, would be holding back,
all that I will give, was never mine to give back.

not too much for the words,
some of us it hurts to have around,

let us be fair, and imagine ourselves treading the ground,
how desolate, would we be proud?

I suppose we've saved many flowers,
perhaps that will grant us a few more hours,

you can smile, if I can too,
did you also say your favorite color was blue?

take what we were given,
perhaps it's not undue,
maybe another time we were malicious,
and that vine has sprouted me and you,
let us take with pride our sad hue,

call me defeated, but I was never gonna be the winner,
I will always put all my points in you,

sincerely, sincere, and meant to be slain,
once again, by you.

Please don't look at me,
we're all mirrors, after all,

I'll be sad but still come when you call,
even pebbles with become my all,

Call it sadness, like I do,
when the only thing you see is you,
looking back at you, looking back at you,

Just like the melody of a fall,
with windows that make you merry,
and so they make you dreary,

You're uninvited, and not invited,
and lovingly unrequited,
smile as you try to hide it,

Just look away, if you wonder what I'm asking,
ultimately, in my world, that is all.

In the dark,
Smoke pushed to it's farthest extent,
the limit of last resistance,

Coalesce to a final convalesce,
gather just to break again,

The footsteps no longer sound like friends,
the stairway seems like the backdrop to pain,

With no one around, and just the sad music of the brain,
perhaps a strange entity would figure you were praying,

A love letter to disengaging,
an answer to eternal berating.

In the dark, like a presence that is waiting,
as if presents were there hiding,
a warning letter to what you are finding,
hurtful songs beautiful as piano keys.

Precise as wanting. imprecise as finding,
pleasure in the clouds, and just waving,
to be found, and have been waiting,

In the dark, you found a way to the write the ending.