Like blood from an open wound,
the words flow of their own accord.
Pain there is, but no wish to get rid off.

An unbridled power has taken over,
Can't stop, don't wish to stop.
Have got to write, to tell this story mine.

It's a journey long, meandering through phases varied.
Going through forests deep, stopping at falls sweet.
Looking for answers, to questions abstruse.

Being termed obtuse, for not relenting in the worst of time.
Have been told that  I would lose,  but the choice is mine.
So I surge ahead, with only a dream to lead the way.

A dream to find worlds new.
To know the answer to questions abstruse.

You called me an artist
With a broken down soul
So when did I become your seamstress
And someone you thought you could control?

Trying to sew together these pieces
Of your broken down heart.
But who's going to be there for me
Deep in the night when I fall apart?

I'm just held together by band-aids
That you would call plastic smiles
Simply dressed in faux happiness
That you would call a style.

Eyes twinkling in a pool of lies
While my demons fight within
Adding a fake skip to my stride
While hiding these cuts on my skin.

But tonight,
The shards from my empty,
broken down heart
Are cutting in way too deep

And tonight,
The echoes in my empty,
broken down walls
Are screaming too loud to sleep.

So as I toss and turn tonight
In this endless infinite beat
Where are you now darling
As I'm alone crying in my sheets

And one thing is for sure
Never again will we meet
Because only one thing is for sure
This history always repeats