the wind outside escaped from the latest horror film.
The ring on my finger is making my feet cold.
Darkness from in the hall creeps into the room;
taking over the left over light.
The posters on the wall draw imaginary demons.
It's too black for shadows to exist at all.
Eye lids has never been my choice of movie.
I am afraid I will never see it.
Mischievious kitten attacks the night.
Though he fears the day an it's burning sun.
Raindrops drip a threatening lullaby
nearly pushing my refusing eyes closed.
Though something steals my tired mind,
and keeps me in this solemn wake.
Some slender fingers grasping a pen,
that quickly place on paper, INK.

I'm hoping that this breeze can find a way to save me,
I know I can't find it in me to help myself.
If I go searching down inside of me,
which path would I take?
I need the keys to unlock myself.
Life stole them from me.
I can't pick the locks.
They're too complex.
I managed to turn myself into a tangled mess.
A labyrnth in my chest.
But despite everything I am filled with,
I'm still trapped in emptiness.
do you know this darkness?
Don't say you do, your lips are liars.

I could say how I feel, but since when is that easy.
I'm an open book, but not always easy to read.
Of course you can see my chest as it moves up and down with breaths.
That doesn't mean I'm alive.
It's a little darker in here than you think.
Light doesn't really exist here.
I can't see but I can find my way through any shadows.
It's easier to conquer what I'm used to,
than face the brightest lights.
I'm used to standing in a black room.
I take it in, I create the words that make me who I am.
Lights aren't me. I switch them off.
It's where I'm most comfortable.
My closest friends are my emptiness, My aches, My dreams.
This life is one big daily test.
I just have to take breaths to get by.
There's always music in my mind. I'm dancing to it to keep myself sane.
If you can even call this state I'm in, some kind of sanity...
But what good is stability?
An artist can't depend on joy.
For darkness is pure beauty, and happiness is boring.

Distance paints shadows into my aura,
and these hours are my prison bars.
With darkness invading every corner,
and my heart hanging from your star.
Your face is painted on my lids,
Your voice is the music in my head.
And though the sky lights up in blue,
My every moment colored red...
When the night sweeps in and carries me,
I meet with you inside my dreams,
but I wake up and reach out for you.
and nothing is ever as it seems.
a broken heart stands alone,
A bed for one, not for two,
And this empty air that I will breath,
Reminds me that I'm not there with you...