A long night awaits
For an unforgettable dream
She cries herself to sleep
As the bad dreams creep
Inside that rattling head of hers.

The walls isolate her
Keeping them close
Suffocating the air
Bleeding hands try
Try to tear
Try to break
Try to bend
Try to
Try to
But no
No use.

I met you when we both were in recovery, sitting in a waiting room,
while Dr. Limbo shuffled our papers and told us it'd be awhile.

You were in with a heart defect. It has a hole, you said,
that nothing so far can close up, and you're not getting any younger.

I suffered from chronic chills, the kind that make people cold to the touch,
hugs are like a trip to the morgue, I said, and you nodded thoughtfully.

We discussed the articles in every dogeared magazine they had laying out,
folding back the pages and pointing at the pictures.

You explained to me the inner-workings of the common espresso machine,
and I named all my favorite cathedrals in Europe, chronologically.

When we finished with that, we checked for the doctor, but he was busy.
You nursed the weak part of your chest as I ran my hands over my arms

You know, I think the hole is getting wider as I get older, and someday it'll eat
me away like cancer. As you speak, I see the slight depression near your sternum.

Well I fear that I'll never touch a living person, I'll only touch rocks.
And my capillaries will forget how to fill, and I'll freeze from the inside out.

We looked at each other, and I thought you might try to kiss me, but instead
you wonder if the doctor is a good one; and if they'll call our names soon;

and you turned to face the door.

This is a story I wrote
Of a man so alone
All he needed is hope
So he can find his way home
He's got his heart, he's got his words
He plays it smart, he won't get hurt
All he wanted is to be heard
But he's afraid of getting burned
All he's known is so much hate
So much pressure to be fake
Turned his world into grey
Can you take it all away?
Never had a real model
Someone who knows him like a father
Why would anybody bother
He'll never be like the others
Never let anyone see
What he really wanted to be
He hides behind his smiles
Suffocating all the while
If you looked what would you see
A soul fighting to break free
Or just a sad comedy
Only I know because he's me
I wrote this story
I made this for me
I set the demons free
Locked my heart inbetween
Set fire to the fuse
Said I had nothing left to lose
But nothing is was I was afraid of losing
A slave to my fear of choosing
Now my shackles are weightless
My demons are shapeless
If I'm going to face this
I'm going to have to replace this
I'm not writing in blood
Not writing in stone
It's never enough
And I'm not writing alone
This is a chapter of war
A story of more
A legacy at the core
Won't stop till I'm sure
Lets burn these pages and breathe the ashes
Echo through the ages when this sky crashes
My words shake the ground where I shout
Watch your ears when I come screaming it out
I'm not backing down never letting go
Never going back till I put on a show
So sit back and watch me light the night
You're coming for the ride so hold on tight
Cause this story is for you and I
I'm writing the words to make it right
I hope you've got your pen cause you're not staying here
It time to run for our lives till there's nothing to fear
I'm swinging these bars wide open
And I know I've got you hoping
So just let everything go
And soon you'll know
You'll never hurt again I promise you so
Spill your heart and let your ink flow

You like to store your knowledge in books and the quiet haikus that you write in your head all day long
Past mistakes may be flying around you like confused little demons with knives threatening to shatter all of the good thoughts
Just remember the promises
It is all so easily fixed
Not with a razor blade
Or a hard shot of liquor to the throat
The hollowing in your stomach tells you that bleeding isn't a sign of weakness
But it should never be brought on intentionally
And although savoring your youth is important, you shouldn't dwell on it
You can still remind yourself of the beauty of your innocence and it is okay to release that sigh that rolls off your tongue heavy and hard
Sending burning flares of emotion to your heart
Ugly, but never lasting for eternity like a handwritten letter does
Kind of like a cup of hot tea at midnight

Your thoughts will always be innocent
Allowing mountains of passion to form that only belong innerly  
While numb answers swirl around in your steaming cup
As painted letters line up like numbers on your skin
With words bound tightly
Waves of familiar fate grow louder like beats
Each minute spent feeling fragile shouldn't affect how you were built
Grasp those precious fields of love and tuck them safely underneath your heart
Growing in strength is an inevitability and your toes will never defy your legs
Loneliness may be desirable but that image of yourself is burned and twisted in your mind
You have healed and the experience is full of energy wrapping around your bones
And fault echoes in your head but it is all so silly now
Reaching for the sunshine buried deep in your core
You shed the false rage and struggle with despair as the evening retreats
Your depths grow deeper and flames of remembered pain rush through
But your birth is a beautiful miracle
And history explains how the sunlight welcomes
And will always be there to kiss your skin and guide you to places unknown
Until you are full of nothing but warmth and rapture
Your existence is such a lovely, lovely thing
Never forget that