If you could read between the lines
you'd understand the language
of the red ones
all over my body
If you could see beyond your sight
you'd understand why
underneath my eyelids
the blues are permanent
If you could swim
and if I knew
(for sure)
that you would be
safe & sound
while diving & sinking
into the sea of my sorrow
still, I wouldn't let you drown
inside my head
because once I fell in there
and never came back.

It drives me.

Colliding my heart and my soul.

A night of wondering.

A voice in the dark.

Memories come
memories go.

I lie awake all night.

Even counting sheep don't help me sleep.

Sweet insomnia
excitements symptom.

I close my eyes
and I come alive.

These are the days my friend,
before it all begins.

Revel in these days.

Sweet insomnia comes to me when I close my eyes
my mind drifts
my heart flutters.

My body never to rest.
Forever locked in her sweet sleepless embrace
I bend knee and let insomnia in
ever to wander the gloom.

The walls stare at me 
They will never set me free
I'll always be stuck here 
Do you not see? 

They're as white as snow 
And this is why I know 
That my smile will never glow
Even if they go 

Really, I'm in an asylum
it's because I was crazy
I'm sitting in an asylum 
I know I really am crazy 

But do you know the reason why? 
It's because he killed me 
He shattered my life
And now I can't see

A crazy broken smirk 
In the darkness I lurk 
I will search for you 
and probably **** you too 

It's like a trail of dominos
I'll push you down
No sadness too low 
Aww, come on, don't frown 

Now the walls aren't white, they're stained with red
Yes it is blood, because I cut off his head
It's funny how they never saw me escape 
Creeping, slipping out of the locked gates 

The room was completely locked
Did you know how I got out? 
I was never really stocked 
They never knew what is was about

A mystery they'll never find out 
How his head got cut off
Now the both of us shout 
And then they turned soft 

Really, I'm a ghost 
And I'll feed on a host 
To be able to ****
on my own free will

Maybe it's you next
I'll quietly strangle your neck 

They thought I was missing 
They haven't checked my room
They started on the names they're listing
To catch who began this gloom

Really, I'm in an asylum 
No actually, I'm in my room 
It's just that I am dead 
but they haven't buried me yet

She was half a woman
and half a forest on fire,
you'd either die by her soft hands
or carbonized by her warm breath.

Where to run
when the only door open
is the one that will destroy me
faster than i ever could
oh i wish it was possible,
i truly do.

candle essences portraying the room
as a waxed out sort of gloom -
flickering inconstancies shadowing the
wall with silhouettes as inconstant seas
swaying the milky wall with an undertow
that invites the paint in my mind
to drip leaving a revelation to rewind
to every broken dream, every time you
reached out and felt fingertips slip
with a handle so tight yet no reflecting grip -
thoughts to paper leave the
keyboard clicks echoing a room
compressing notions in a waxed out
sort of gloom.

Once i had a heart and
i played with it and
i molded it
into something that
people
just put in their
freezers
to lock 'em away
cold as ice
but how can
a heart
ever be useful again
if its insides
are frozen?

I tried to put all the words out again
terrible mistake
now i'm grounded
by my own wrongs and
i can't make 'em right
not ever again.