this paper is so thick
your judgements much to quick
just one blink so still
our eyes, the tears fill

you stamp it down
into your mind
those evil words
mixed with kind

you try to sort
inside your fort
you never let walls down
building up and around

you bite your teeth
into your hand
seep the screams in
like you planned

marks you leave
webs your weave
everywhere you go
but no one will ever know

what's in your head
between your sheet
where the lies
and the demons meet

a pile of sparkling gems
roses without their stems
left alone, left to rot
what is alive and what is not

in a garden
made out of thorns
here the flowers
grown like horns

to sting your palm
and break the calm
less than yesterday
more than today

never thought out
not thinking ahead
just afraid of the night
and filled with dread

like drops of white snow
that gently go
inside a crack
and fill the black

I hold your heart
inside of my own
I can't let you out
to be all alone

the protection you desire
the fear you hold like fire
every tempest hotter
without a drop of water

and so we burn
and get stuck
and bind ourselves
in ribbons of bad luck

closer to a core
what you're looking for
my sweet friend
is this the end

shredded to the bone
an empty shell
we build ourselves
a living hell

an imprinted thought
what I am not
maybe we just forgot
or took a wrong breath, and got caught