The proximal end of my soul is no longer safe Decay has dilapidated the space The raveled fragments fester Leaves wilting with vinegar burns Where I have tried to **** the infestation And found I was only killing myself.
I can remember when my mind was softer, but not safer, Hiding in the hallway to the den Watching the scene of the desperate father pulling his dead son from burned rubble My child mind imagining Blooms of orange around my bedposts, tendrils of cinder and smoke, Placing my hand against the back of the door To feel the phantom heat.
And now I hold the matches to my own bed The quiet comforter can only stifle them for a moment There is not enough weight to press These dreams out of myself Maybe I still crave heat because it is the pain that is also comfort It is the fear and the foment, the ailment and the aid It is my body asking for enough feeling To know it is alive and safe While my mind is screaming fire in a crowded theatre.
I’m lost But my foundation Is built with a sound system I’m lost But my shed is your salvation The equipment to my home Stores fixations of healing horns I shed some light I’m just trying to brighten your day up I shred some light I’m just trying to share the day with you I should show love right But my soul don’t feel too right Break me down Just to know How to break me down Underground light is still found I’m lost But my shed still sounds
why would you break my heart into a million of pieces? Wasn't you the one who promised me that you would never leave my side? Now I'm left alone and the sharp pieces of my broken heart are starting to damage my innocent soul. My soul is bleeding. Can't handle it no longer. Will I die from loss of blood? Am I my own savior now?
Winter, one night, came to visit me It sat in the chair opposite me In a dark room it blew a chill over me Ripped the cover right off me Naked and hunched, it mocked me Then fell in love with summer and left me
There's a light on in my mind If you look closely you'll find The light's merely a glimmer-- A fragment lost in time. It flickers in and out-- a futile manifestation of doubt, my mind, the bygone and broken-- A vessel left unmoored, endlessly wandering through memories obliterated by time. The lighthouse of my mind Darkened now--no ships to find just lost souls and memories-- fractured pieces left behind, eternally echoing in the night.