wait till you catch
a glimpse of the scars
hold your breath
and maybe let it all sink

after all we are who
we are;
take the rain and
drink it in,
let yourself sin,
sink

you only get to live once
you don't have to be
a warrior,
you can spend your nights
counting the stars,

see how big the sky gets
and how empty it is;

to be filled by
your dreams
as limitless as
thunder in the sky,

look in the mirror,
look yourself in the eyes;
and no more lies;

tell yourself why,
it all made sense that one
night,

not so long ago,
when the lights where
bright, and the time
was slow,

nobody was running,
nothing was
searching, everything
converging, conversing
with the conscience,

there was no science
to hold you back
you made your own;

as you walked away from home
and now it doesn't matter
what you own
you're gone and things
don't remain how they are,

the further you go, the louder
it gets, and you can almost
hear your heart beat,
you'd rather leave the world in a
heart beat,
and never look back,

you've bled what you could
bleed, and now you've slept
enough times that you've made
peace with the sleep;

your eyes have had enough
to read, and now you cannot
stop complaining,
or keep up with the world,
contemplating that they are
all just sheep,


and you've seen enough to feel,
and you've felt all there was
there to steal,

it's everywhere and it seeps
into the veins,
and it breeds a forest;

and you're lost in the
wilderness, bewildered,
ready to sacrifice

so that you can meet
her for one last time

it's in your mind
and it feeds on you
it seeks you whole

your voice is gone
those eyes blind
and the demons
dine on your soul

and now i don't know,
how to find
a world you once told me of

how do i chase the shine ?
my lungs are full,
legs cold

when does this stop,
is there a cure,
where's the doctor ?

i'm caught in my thoughts,
running away from any doors
some were locked by her,
made into walls

and now there are just
too many of them for me to climb,
and i'm not sure
of it all,

if they were ever mine,
castles and ruins
in my mind,

were they ever
mine ?

now that i am
sinking to the ocean's
melancholy floor,

and at the bottom
i find myself lying
to myself,

how i am no more,
and this is all but a dream,

and how i'll wake up
in a scream, and i shall be old.