This night I lay awake staring at my ceiling
Hoping for the dark to wash away this feeling
Waiting for my dreams to show their hidden meanings.

Startled to realized my eyes have started bleeding
The blood so warm pumping threw my veins
It rolls down my cheeks and I finally feel pain.

I see my finger tips become stained red.

Why does this make me feel so free?
So alive?
Why do I feel such euphoric relief?

I see my finger tips stained red.

****** my past is escaping
Leaving me behind the feeling is breathtaking
I understand why I feel so lost.

What is lost?

What cannot be found can never be harmed.
Can never be repressed.
Never confined.
Never suppressed.
Never at the will of time.
And will always remain free.
That is truly where I wish to be.

I see my finger tips bleed with my eyes wide open.