Open the rusted gate, and view the overgrown.
Come for a walk, but watch the mud.
Here you will see the forgotten garden.

Here,
The sun never takes of his grey suit.
The lawn grows taller than the withered flowers.
The trees poisonous roots grow into the heart.

No room for chirping birds and hungry ducks.

Though you found the lost gate.
And when you enter,
the forgotten feels remembered.
With your shining eyes, the sun remembers to change.
The flowers blossom to new heights to view the talked about pretty face which stands near.
The roots grow clean and new with the touch of your gentle hands.

There is room for the birds and the ducks now.
But there is more room for you,
as I saved a seat for the day the gardener of my blossoming soul would arrive.
And I ask you to stay and look after it.

She stood there, radiant and silent
Though her brightness was loud enough to scare sweat filled vaulters aside.
Un noticed, her ears jumped at the sound of a familiar accent.
She turned and smiled.
She told me about past travels.
I told her about future travels.
The music started and we were lost.
She held on, but it was not enough.
There is no room for an angel in a pit of demons.

I'm getting lost in your world
Your head is like a maze
It circles around, and goes into
The deepest pasts of your mind
Where hands are held
They stay entwined.
Lost on our way, trying to get out
You knew the way but had a doubt.
Now I'm left to walk this empty path
Where the only thing around is a spec of dust.
Lost in your maze
Why did you run away?

The cabin lights dim and my mind is lit like a fresh ciggerette.
Everyone else has turned to ash already,
and I am left to be smoked by your shadow,
who enjoys this way too much.

She inhales me into her soul,
where I feel warmth and comfort
Before exhaling me into thin air,
To drift into the wind and fade into a most unwelcomed haze.
Too easily forgotten.

You crumble me.
I am nothing, a hollow body.
You scrapped every last inside till I was only left with a lonely soul.
You threw the rest in a jar until the day I would be ready for it.
I will never be ready for it,
and it taunts me.
I am to alone for any of this,
and I don't help myself.
I am afraid and empty,
so I hide in my cell.
Send me to exile,
so my soul.can die.

My heart is a car that has gone off the road.
Smashed windows, broken doors, blown engine.
Disaster and distress for everyone involved,
yet so many go byers with only a small thought.

You are the ambulance coming to the scene.
Make sure the injured make it out alive.
Though the injured didn't survive,
And the survivor is mentally injured.
Never going to be the same.

Confused as to why she did it.
Why she jumped in front of the car, just to watch it go up in flames.
She knew he'd never hit her,
even with the perfect opportunity.

I dropped something on the road the other day.
A container, filled with things only I know.
Filled with secrets and thoughts.
A container I dreaded to drop.

Realizing it was gone, my head dropped.
Dropped to the road searching.
Where is it?
Gone.

My secrets and thoughts lost,
Only to go back to where they don't belong.
Where they aren't wanted.
Where I've wanted them to be all along.

Out of my mind and into yours.