The bells ring to the tune of death
And our souls appear
You hesitantly hold my hand in the
vacant atmosphere

Our physical bodies abandoned like
the church we now gather
The paint is peeling but we still want
our happily ever after
We move without hearts that have
been offered up at the alter

The third lost soul desperately in
search of meaning
Make us recite words that were
supposed to be said with feeling

He brings us to the inevitable
question
And in the empty room you raised
your hand in objection

You lead me into this church,
walked with me along this alter,
Then had the audacity to reject me
after?

I should be placed in a psychiatric ward
The thoughts in my head aren’t always so pleasant
Some may make you wish you forget it
My head is a ****** up place
But it’s the only place where I feel safe
The real world isn’t for someone like me
I belong in a special place
Where I can have a thought and then
Make people poison me with medicine so I don’t act on it

I should be placed in a psychiatric ward
The pain has become intolerable for my heart
This world os filled with people
Whose lips should be sewn with a needle
I am not soft
I am not weak
You words will hurt me and
Force me to become someone I do not want to be

I should be placed in a psychiatric ward
There are days when I think about ripping babies apart
My soul is tired and my heart is worn
Take me from this place for I am a disgrace
I don’t want to feel pain, I just want to breathe again
But this world is so full of sin so
**** it, I might as well drown in it

Everyday I am surrounded by
beauty
It enthralls me in all shape, form,
sizes and colors
The smell thrusts me into a field of
sunflowers
I look around and we are all the
same

The sun blankets our head in her
golden glow
And you bend your heads and
worship her in the West
I stand tall and withering in neither
directions

Her beam of light suffocates me and
dry up my roots
So I carry a silent prayer to the wind,
my seeds traveling along with it
It’s not long before her majesty
glowers behind a dark cloud
And I soak in the rain

The air smells different
Mother nature diffuses her earthly
fumes and it surrounds us
The dark consumes and your heads
are now facing towards me
I cower in the cold weather, allowing
the splatter of rain to bombard my
green skin

Maybe I’m not a Sunflower after all
Maybe I am a Calla
And my sharp shade of white
contrasting against your yellow
petals at night gave me away

Maybe if I drowned myself in your
golden ocean long enough
The god you worshipped every
morning in the east
Would straighten my stalk and
ground my roots and caress my
petals with her rays until I am an
imitation of you

Maybe I am a Sunflower after all