Standing on the edge of what is known,
Of what is pain,
Of what is home.
Wading through the mess of what’s been done,
Of what we’ve lost, of what’s become.
Such a shame- you’re much too young.
Hopeless screams pierce your silence,
Aid in the indecipherable violence.
We’re sailing through this river of red,
All we’ve had- expectantly dead.
They tell you, child, not to cry,
For they wish you’d rather die.
So follow your heart towards all that’s known,
For all that’s dead,
Return to home.

Rancid rain washed over everything,
This storm brought us inescapable pain.
When I held the caged bird within my hands,
I held him close to my heart and retraced each of his plans.
I watched as the water blurred the window
The room forsaken with the curse of a devoid shadow.
He struggled against the empty walls,
But his cage captivated his every call.
He fought his fate with every last breath,
Until his lungs exhausted and nothing was left.
My heart shattered in pain,
I cried as if to make him stay.
So silently I embraced the blame,
Having forgotten life is more than just a measly game.
His soul had already flown away,
And I am left behind-
Alone in the rain.

You are the soft blue lake against an autumn sky,
You are the clouds in which the highest birds fly,
You are the soft winds on a summer night,
You are the morning sunrise that fills the words with light.
Your touch is gentle and filled with care,
To receive your love, I could only dare.
I am the parasite that craves your flesh,
I am the mistake- a heart’s failed test.
I mean good but I never think twice,
I use my one chance to roll the dice.
I am not what you want.
I am your taunt.
So curse my body when I sleep,
With dreams of you playing my mind on repeat.
Curse me when I sleep,
For my soul is only yours to keep.
To shatter- or to break, broken or tattered.
Or to fill- with warmth and thrill.
I alone give myself to you,
But I don’t have much to give- for that much is true.
Your lovely mind has already been damaged,
And dear, I fear that I do not hold your bandage.
So instead I’ll unwrap my own,
I’ll dress your wounds and limp back home.
Here I lay myself to bed,
A mess, a monster, a lonely dread.
So curse my body when I sleep,
The blood I’ll bleed for you, my heart- Yours to keep.