The sun sets
And the moon appears on everything I should've been.
My brain is like an hamster running on one of those wheels
Running...thinking...running

Once you stop thinking
Once the slate is blank
Perhaps you'll be happier
Or perhaps it'll be just the same

You asked to disappear
But you should've asked to stay
You wanted to paint a picture
But you should've tossed the metal brushes away

You needed to flush away your mistakes
But you should've just said no
Or perhaps maybe you shouldn't have downed your mistakes in the first place
The world might never know

You should've controlled your rage
You're a fiery one but that's not what they want at all
You shouldn't have given your self away
You're corrupted unholy and just sick

You should've went to college
Should've got a job
But instead you're just wasting away
Thinking about yesterday

He creeps into your vision with a slight smile
When you're almost least expecting him
Sometimes you don't even know he's there
Sometimes he's just a shadow with a knife

"Hold on you need that" he whispers as your mind starts to spin
To a point where you can't think about anything else
"You know you need it" the echo in the back of your mind
Not sure of who's making the sound

Sometimes you see him in others
When their eyes light up with malice
Sometimes he's not as strong
He plays nice, for the few that are worthy and in that moment he helps

"Such a pretty little thing" the voice creeps across you're mind but you're unaware someone else is speaking.
"Don't you need her?"
He's there but some don't notice
Some don't even worry about it they just take what he whispers in mistake it's their own voice speaking

He's a cute little pesky demon
Clouding your vision in all types of form
The need, the desire, the yearning
It's a game you see played by someone else just below the threshold of conciseness

Naked and broken, half dead on the ground,
Screams pouring out but I can't hear a sound.
You held my heart and then ripped it in two,
I'm shackled and bound, still bleeding for you.

Me too, I said, I'm well
biting back tears before they fell
or my voice dropped, no one hears
Im dead. Writing from hell.

Beauty and despair hold my hand in theirs,
Hopelessly departed beating hearts without repair.
Repeating words bleeding from your mouth into my soul,
Lie awake at night entreating all the things that keep me whole
To please just stay a while longer while weeping out the words
That keep my body stitched together from the curses and the slurs.
Broken down in tears from all the fears of passing years,
Constantly approaching a future that seems unclear.
But I keep myself intact because, in fact, I'm doing well,
Beauty beats despair, carries my mind out of its hell
On white wings, the choir sings, "it's you and we together,"
Beating back the blackest nights, always and forever.

The monsters under my bed
are merely shadows of my shattered mind.
Each night they dance in a trance of moments too late
for she beneath the bed is the curse of deception.
only can you see her
if you look in your reflection.

There is no such thing as a goodbye.
Nothing was good about the way her eyes changed colour,
How the street was drained into a black and white portrait
Capturing this one moment in time where she bit her lip
To remind her she was still alive
And turning her back she knew
That she'd never forget the promises she signed,
The ones she kept in her coat pocket
And the ones she left behind.