I'm afraid to wake up.  I'm afraid of another day.  Petrified of myself cuz I've nothing left to say.  I'd rather lay right here and have another dream.  If I have to face the world then I'm gonna have to scream.  

Leave me alone.  Let me be still.  Let the shadows be my friends.  They'll never judge.  Their love is real.  They'll protect me from this world.

The world awaits my presence. They can't wait to drag me down.  It really seems to excite them when my face begins to frown.  There's laughter in my direction when I walk down the street.  I can't move fast enough like cement is on my feet.  


Leave me alone.  Let me be still.  Let the shadows be my friends.  They'll never judge.  Their love is real.  They'll protect me from this world.

If you think I'm crazy.  If you feel I've gone insane.  Won't you shed all your clothes and come dance in the rain.  Maybe you'll lose your mind and cross that dotted line.  The padded room you'll end up in will feel mighty fine.  


Leave me alone.  Let me be still.  Let the shadows be my friends.  They'll never judge.  Their love is real.  They'll protect me from this world.

From the darkness comes forth creation. A brilliant display of multi-colored ideas splashed against the page. Wonderfully contrasting against the eternal night locked inside.

From the breathless void comes forth eternity.  The swirling rainbow of forever paints the tranquil sky.  Luminously capturing the essence of yesterday's undisclosed promise.

From the apex of the world comes forth the voice.  A harmonious melody that speaks of universal truths.   Harkening back to a time before the land was illuminated by the golden light.

His eyes open reluctantly to take in the view.  He scans the silent treetops for a hint of hopeful blue.  An eerie whistle in the distance emits it's baleful sound.  The icy reminder of winter lies perpetually on the ground. The rattle of a sigh comes from deep within his soul.  He battles the instinctual urge to climb back into his hole.  

It's just another grey Sunday.  Oh just another grey Sunday.  
No shades of color for this day.
Hopeless grey is the mainstay.  

The battle against tomorrow already starting in his head. His cells start shaking as the poison begins to spread.  Vague thoughts of conversations with people he'll never see. The four walls of torture keep him from being free.  The clock ticking on the wall reminds him the end is near.  The irrational racing of his mind only feeds the prickly fear.  

It's just another grey Sunday.  Oh just another grey Sunday.
No shades of color for this day.
Hopeless grey is the mainstay.

The tears of frustration start to steam down his face.  He's never been a willing runner in life's endless race.  He stands at the edge as the parade passes by.  He's invisible to the masses no matter how hard he cries. He's searched the world over for a kindred soul to share.  His lonely journey continues but the pains too much to bear.

It's just another grey Sunday.  Oh just another grey Sunday.  
No shades of color for this day.
Hopeless grey is the mainstay.

I see you floating in the breeze way up above the trees.  Can you see me?  I see you stalking on the ground everything warm and brown.  Would you hurt me?  I see your eyes as sharp as brutal claws only following natures law.  Do you fear me?  

I'm just a momentary blur in your life. Your presence doesn't cause a minute of strife.  Your instinct will always keep you above.  Our star dust connection seals out love.  

I see you diving through the air chasing after a timid hare. Would you eat me?  I see you chasing a smaller foe as your talons dangle low.  Would you scar me?  I see you quickly dropping down as your blood spills on the ground. Do you blame me?

As I stand over your lifeless shell.  In my mind rings a hollow bell.  My human nature makes me do wrong.  My love for you is still ever strong. I lift your body back to the sky.  Our connected spirits will never die.

Tears are forming behind light blue. You peer into my soul so confused. I'm bleeding out after years of abuse. It's too bad that you didn't get a better view.

I shake and shiver behind this mask. The child inside keeps begging to ask. Where's the sun so I can bask. This life has turned into a gruesome task.

The shovel sits by the bed in wait. Soon enough I'll meet the final fate. Clouds will break and I'll escape the hate. Rising above my heaven awaits.

Dull pale blue eyes open up to the scene of a busy city. The hurried rush of empty souls drives a nail through his bitter heart. He's invisible to the naked eye. Their educated minds can not see his plight. He scowls at them with broken thoughts. Their plastic smiles light a fire within. He tries to stand with creaking bones. The chill of last night brings him to his knees. He screams and shouts into the icy air. God won't you take me to heaven above. He grabs his sign and heads to the bridge. The uncaring stares seal his fate. He's crossed the line inside his mind. He manages a smile as plummets to earth. No headlines for our fallen friend. Not even a stone to remember his name. He's now above in a better place. Laughing and running thorough a field of green.

Perpetual bliss bleeds down his skin. Bright eyes secrete a knowing glow. His aura produces a child's grin. His spirit soars above the fire below.

He takes on the bullets of angry words. Rueful laughter tries to shrink his heart. They rip his essence with claws like birds. Sturdy he stands when the pain starts to smart.

With a smile he side steps the herd. He turns to watch as they reach the cliff. Their different worlds separated by a line that's blurred. They plunge into darkness on a burning skiff.