I watched the black-lit screen die
Knowing it was the only thing left alive
After the Tigers in the night chased me under the bed
Words follow me out how they wish I were dead
The world surrounding fades to grey
I guess to me there is nothing to say
With my body in chains, my soul barely survives
All the avoidance and rejection tied into our lives

Does it matter if a silhouette is one or two
Under the darkened tracks I'll find out with you
Dive in deeper, Swallow me whole
Dear cause of this numbness and bitter black hole
Is there something I can do
To turn this nightmare away
Is there anything that will make me be visible again
Will acid words spill from your mouth to my ears
Will your gaze finally see me again after what feels like years

But here in this dark room
I sit all alone
Waiting for a reply
On an all but dead phone
And as the black-lit screen
fades away
I know it's the end to
These cold mess of days.

i can see it
like a tape recording
be it frosty winds, howling rain, the ever rarer shining sun.
i can see it somehow

how he turns to stare at her every minute or so
his body gravitating towards his best friends
every morning, every meeting the same tune
hey, how are you? acts interested -as if he cares-
then turns around to see if she's there.
when her face is present
he basks in her beauty
turns back and can no longer see anyone
but his best friends;
he needs no one else

i can see it still , like a tape recording
played on an old film reel
the girl alone disappears with the seasons
invisible to all, the burning to feel, and

no one sees
how she turns to watch him every other minute
even when he moves away
a couple apart, but you wouldn't believe it
she just loves to see the happiness on his face
when her best friend walks in with beauty
and he can do nothing but stare
her boyfriend's smile is pure heaven
even if she can't put it there.

I'll never forget that film reel
forever burnt in my corneas and mind,
a tragedy, a love story
that won't last all of time.
as his hands find mine so rarely
his mouth utters words to me, so few
pining over what he cant have
never seeing from an outsiders view

but an outsider i am not
i just don't know how to feel
stuck here, behind the lens
in my tragedy too Reel.