We look for guidance

From a sky born of chaos

Stars think we're insane

Writing is like painting a portrait

of what makes this vessel me

And then forcing it on display

for nobody to see

I will reach for a moment
I will crouch for a dream
I believe in almost nothing
But I'll give you all of me

I won't forsake you
I won't allow you to live in vain
I want to believe in everything
But I need you to do the same

Poor Count Dracula
He nicked himself while shaving
But doesn't know it

I always sit in the corner alone
mostly ignored, yet always adorned
I squeak
and I creak, but it appears no one knows I'm trying to speak
I've spent years banging my head on a wall
getting absolutely nowhere
I had an epiphany this morning
I'm a rocking chair

She'll spend her last breath
Doing laps around the sun
Until they are one