Look deep in her eyes with your paper mask.
Take a look at the life that fades away.
Burn the bridges, pour the oak in the stream.
Allow the melancholy dissonance.
Wake up long enough to have a breakdown.
Nothing but paltry scraps of peace remains.
You want to wake up, you want to escape.
But friend, it is neither your time or hers.
So, sink lower. submerge beneath the waves.
Regardless of your choice, you bathe in blood.
Tears, salted yet sweet released to the depths.

You look up again, the eyes, they are gone.
Pinpricks remain, lost among countless stars.
Desperately you ravage your surroundings.
Filled with resentment, hatred boils over.
Why are they gone? why must it end this way?
And you descend and touch the ocean's floor.
It's not time, surely it's an illusion.
Perhaps sobriety holds clarity.
Perhaps you run, perhaps you'll find your home.