When the night breaks you down,
and the demons screech and scratch,
hungry for the darkest parts of you

When you can't help but imagine
a world without your broken mind,
blistered soul and shaking hands

Just remember,
a million miles away,
so am I

Imagining an infinite blackness,
while shaking in the deepest darkness

Together and alone,
we will lay awake tonight
and sleep the day away

To the people in my life:

I’m sorry for the inconvenience of getting to know me,
I’m sorry that I’m not exactly who you thought I’d be

I’m sorry if we get in fights,
Or I say something you don’t like

I’m sorry I can’t stand anything,
And I’d always rather just stay in

I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean for you to get to know me

And I’m sorry I’m such a miserable ****.

I am not so much scared of the dark
even the light
tis the shadows

Stretched
and contorted
and never true

The sun decides how big
or how small
the shadow will be

The sun decides
what I see

I was born with blood stained hands,
They named me Roman, strong like an empire.

My mother loved me dearly,
Tucked in my shirt and held my hand.

My lover loved me gently,
With a light laugh and a heavy passion.

My child loved me naturally,
He would be my pride and joy.

My mother showered in gas and slept,
My love had dinner and a show,
My child is a mama’s boy, it’s all he’ll ever be

Death is the only life I have ever known,
My love will slit your throat.

They named me Roman, I was an empire born to fall.
When Death does finally come to take me,
I will gladly follow.

If it pleases you, lock me up
Connect my hands with chains
But you don’t know
Chains are within
Prison is in your mind

I’m more free than you’ll ever be
I’m more alive than you can even dream
I’ll be just fine
Chains and all
Prison is in your mind

Just because I don’t belong,
I do things backwards, upside down,
I smoke, I drink, I do what I please,
And you say I’m to blame,
Because I paint my prison walls

Since I was a boy I have planted seeds, unknowingly
They fell from holes in my pockets,
Grew from the rich soil, into the most beautiful of trees,
Which I diligently cared for and wholly adored
But to this day, every tree I plant, dies
For the seeds I plant, are that of madness and despair
I am the man who plants seeds

They fall from holes in my pockets

One day at dawn, Charlie packed his bag
Found a big city man with a big fancy car
And sang his song, a beautiful piece

It was song for the world to hear

Each strum so strong it left a callous
Bearing him down and pushing him on
A hardened piece of him, like the lyrics had been

But the big city man said,

"You're not quite what I'm looking for"

So Charlie shook his hand firmly,
And the big city man drove away in his big fancy car

When he was just around the corner,
Charlie screamed and he cried and drank ‘til he was numb
That was the last song he would write for the world to hear

He learned early on that no one would listen,
And so his most prized piece,
was the song he wrote for no one
he sang it and he wept