Sunlight burns my face everyday
Yet I am cloaked in shadows

Even the moonlight burns my face
But all around me is still dark

I am a lonely soul, around the world I roam
Searching for acceptance, searching for home

driving sixty down an unlit dirt road
crying and dreaming of hitting a telephone pole
seeing a rope holding a small boat quite loose
using that rope to tie a tight new noose
cutting onions and bursting into tears
putting arsenic in all my beers
overanalyzing everything I said
turning the bathtub to a dark red
sitting scrubbing my feet
cleaning my head
laying in bed

waiting for death

even if
I could have anyone
in the world
I would
still
choose You