There's no reason or rime
My time has not come
Years and fears
Seasons of pitch black

My love Destitute with delusions
Damaged with deranged solutions
My mind painfully persistent
On being unloved

The creeks of my haunted mansion
Bleed without a purpose
Skeletons worship the past
Bones dance around unrequited desires

I dine with golden lambs
And taste the sheep in my hand
My teeth burning through the wet flesh
Holding dainty my ideals

My fainted veil is close to tearing
My pain inst aware of the glass wall between our truth
My mirage sickly - marred with battle wounds
My dynamite left uncapped
The memories soaked in blue
Mines hidden, ticking bombs blew in my face

I'm dancing around the bones of my dreams