These tears could follow me miles from home
This could be the last night unless I’m found
As I collect the dust from my pores
I’ll give it to you
It has no use not here
I’m a tourist in my own town
I have broken taste
I keep letting you run around in my mind
Taking up my space
Your mouth is all I can taste
Repeating my demise  
Who will decide ?
If I’m broken or just too late
Will you find me after I’m gone?
The walls are bottomless and bleak
Pictures of only you I keep
This is why my spirit leaks
The stars are embers that echo in my heart
Washed away and displaced
Nobody lives here  anyway
I ache as I try and  purge  myself of your face
Lost without an  escape
I have grief that is bigger than this earth
I often wonder who wrote this story of mine?
Will me soul ever meet my body?
The sun is loud the clouds are  keeping secrets from me
Perhaps they will tell me my destination
As the bird takes flight  it crashes into the glass
Blood pours from its eyes  
There is no color there is no sound
I pick up the residue its for you
As the blood  stains my hands
The bird tries to fight
It has had its last flight
Weakened and beaten
Given up to the destruction that it has caused
There is no time
To replenish what was lost