I bled because it's the only way I knew how
to love you.
All that red.

Dip your fingers in it -
the romantic parts of me.

Color me all the shades
in the spectrum of your affection.

My vision isn't as vivid as before, but I still notice everything.
There's some things that stick to me overtime and my 3rd eye is always open.
My dreams are based on conclusions, on brought to life "what ifs".
I wouldn't say dreams, because I'm afraid to sleep, so I'll call them nightmares.
The first time we slept together, I felt love like I never did.
It wasn't even the ******* causing this confusing feeling.
It was the look in your eyes that made me realize that this was more than just a few love letters.
I haven't felt heavy in a while, my tears don't need sympathy.
My cheeks deserve tides of my tears.
I'm nothing but a lonely star surrounded by tons of other stars that feel like tomorrow will deliberately break barriers in your soul.

Rain trickles down against the window, echoing as it pelts the angels halo
I let my mind wander and didn’t think
a neck in my pain so hollow he wanted my skin but he changed his head after I said what I believed in and lost the shape of my reasons

In the dark in the mist there's a howl of pain from the ghastly trains in the dead of night
there must be something up inside because the mouse has lost its wheel

I close my eyes to let go of my body and when my hand wanders my bed I can sense I'm about to beam up to the moon
don’t know if I'll reach to be 27, this sweet dying lullaby rambles and passes heaven
listen closely you can hear a whimper at the end of the world

In the evening, by the sea
subtle ripples, bright as liquid silver, flash
an ocean of color, to drink away the sun  
a line of light fades into skies of night
from the call of deepest dark
a birth of luminous stars
such blue, white fires, only burn
no cares, no seasons do they discern
they have come and gone, without our knowing
they will never sleep, only change in cosmic storms
burning away in the vastness
of other forms

Breath like wind
always coming, going
disappearing words written on a mirror
as you breathe, so shall love leave
words will reappear amidst foggy steam
only traces, of a heart remain
this longing, this rebirth and dying
brief our days, love we cannot grasp
nothing won or lost - all is impermanence