I'm shielded in a group
Not from anyone in particular
Just a group
Shielded by hope ,innocence
And sweet ignorance
But I know more than what you think
Even when I pull back from things
I am a spectator
And I know what's going on
But I am still hoping it will get better
Keeping my innocence and not becoming part of it
And using my sweet ignorance to overlook it

I may speak another language
But I still know what you're saying
The words reverberate across your mouth
And play upon your tongue
You may read trite books with drawn out words
But I read raw emotions
As they swell over your body
I see the way you snarl
When you let out a torrent of torment
And cruel words meant for humor
I can tell you it isn't a pretty face
But in actual fact I can't tell you
Because I don't speak your messed up language

It's the funeral
and your old soul
has crept away
while mine still sleeps
in your hospital bed
in the darkest shades of
grey

of charcoal 3 a.m.'s where
the clock's green glow is
haunting
and the fading sound
of your failing voice
is teasing and it's
taunting

where the piano keys
are quiet
and I want it to be heard
that not a song is being sung
and silent,
are the birds

If you can hear my disguised screams

Send out a flare
Bright red
Into the sky

And tell me to have hope
To teach me to fly

If you can see me crumbling

Send out a flare
Bright red
Into the sky

And tell me that I can be fixed
To teach me to not be tricked

If you can see me trapped here in this cage

Send out a flare
Bright red
Into the sky

And tell me how to get out
To teach me others ways rather than to flail about

Save me
Save me
From this misery

Save me
Save me
No easier could it be

To help me be free
Oh please do not flee

Just please help save me
That's all I ask of thee

Tonight there is no moon
and the purple skyline
bleeds the color of my skin.
There is no wind.
There is no time.
There is no sin.
There is no moon.
Only those aching shades of blue,
and the ruptured veins within.