She thought and fought
The humor where I belong
Because she finds it a creep
A humor that is so dark,
Deep, and unnerving
Must be a joke
But no she's wrong
This is not a jest
She knew it too well
"My humor is dark", I said
"My humor is dark for a reason"

Scars, scars, scars
All around the stars
Scars, scars, scars
Pick up all these shards

Knock, knock, knock
******* my gut
Knock, knock, knock
Why can't you just stop?

Leave, leave, leave
Roll down your sleeves
Please
Stretch out the sheets
Leave
Wipe out the tears

"Honey dear are you alright?"

"Yes mom, I'll go back to sleep."

About time I let myself come up callous and cruel,
I'll go get my shovel and bury the castle with you in it

With a stick and a pole, i'll mark it with ease
Never coming back, I'll be out in a bliss.

Less than a minute, less than an hour
Less than a glance, but less is enough
To teach my heart to do just one lie
Just one and save itself from you

I woke up drenched in fear
Numb and I couldn't stand

I stared at the ceiling
Stretched my arm but didn't felt warmth

My heart dazed, my mind blank
I searched something, maybe someone
I will never find again

"When did this bed got bigger?"

I woke up drenched in fear
Now I remember, it is when you left

"This bed surely is bigger now. I should be happy."

We always argue in our space in this bed
I pushed you to the side and let you sleep in the brink.

"How am I suppose to sleep with this tiny space?"

Each day you complain
A record that plays enveloping this bed

"Can you just let it slip away? Okay? Your voice is irritating."

You argued but I am stubborn
You insisted but I am immature

"Yeah, I should be happy now."

Now that the bed got bigger
And the corners are welcoming

You said you're tired
I thought you're just tired of work

But no, you aren't tired of work
You're tired of me--childish

"God, I should stop myself from crying."

I should be happy by now
Now that the bed just got bigger
And now that I won't have to hear that record anymore

"Can you just let it slip away? Okay? Your voice is irritating."

Tears fall behind every drop
Of the rain I prayed to grief
Along the scars I trace within this shroud
Of a thing I used to be

In the dark I stray alone
With a match within my hand
To find the path I used to walk
Beside the shrouds I came to be

I cast the stone upon myself
And let it drum throughout my chest
I let the sound echo through my ears
Unto the heart I've known to fear

If I carry on your love
The love that cost you tears
Will you be able to get peace?
Knowing that your dreams--
Your last words and last breath
Are burried inside a rotting corpse
Walking across a barren field?

If I carry on my journey
To gather up my mind
That a long time ago broke in pieces
With bits scattered across this barren field
Will you be able to get peace?
Knowing that I collect shards of my psyche
With this bleeding hands
Patched with used up cloths?

Is it fine to be the one asking?
When I'm the one on the other side of the line
Safe and sound away from harm
Is it fine?
I hope not. I really do
Because in my mind it was never fine
To be the one on the other side of the line
To be the one to feel silence
Haunted--
Knowing that you're on the other side of the line
Sleeping