we haven't spoken in a while
and the mirror shows a stranger
this world is cruel and vile
here, I languish in anger
the pages die empty
ink bleeds through the scars
and I only come alive
In the dark hours
comfortable in the silence
When all has gone to sleep
Only me and me alone
in the secrets that I keep
I fade in the morning
in yet another tomorrow
yesterdays left mourning
only the memories follow
as I write them down
In words and in my tears
dreams I escape into
so far somewhere
as I wake another hour
in another sorrow untold
bearing all in my heart
i watch the world unfold
and be blessed in serenity
as it falls another winter
howling ever so silently
as another season withers
I lie awake in the night
feeling pure with gloom and cold
watching the stars pass by
the dark meld and mold
fantasy into existence
smoking up the screen
sometimes I can be
whatever I wish to dream
you can hear me smile
as I wear a scream
sometimes we forget
what we once had been
now a knife scars the wall
poking needles through holes
sometimes fantasies seep out
and consume me whole
I fall back asleep
once again as i am told
clock has only turned a twenty-one
why do then I feel old
as I stare into the emptiness
hearing philosophies and fate
I crave the nothingness
that my conscience forbade
and even if I open my eyes
I can't find the monsters tracks
sometimes i keep a lie
I am evil, perhaps
sitting in the corner
as I gaze into your face
my sharp teeth clenched
Waiting for you to wake
I would like to have a word.