Can’t sleep Can’t wake up I’ve been rendered A title on my forehead Rather than dead

I’m tired Of the way You look at me With such a pitiful stare I’m sick of your glare

I raise my glass To the clock tower That mocks my birth Counting my timeline Enrages my soul

Lips around my finger Sirens playing my silence I am descriptive Deranging... Feeling this is insecure

In the time you’ve come to know The toll of time Ticks at the bell And reveals itself to you From the pain of darkness

Here she’s sitting All alone On the cold bench In the evening breeze Her black chipped fingers

From the depths of my soul I am not freed Stab my heart twice Til I bleed Nothing but numbness

In many tales it came cloaked and shrouded in black Awaiting the moment With no haste To take thy soul back

You came in a dream The way you looked How you talked A perfect soul Every time I answer your call

Cold and dreary Pain held inside One match of hope Brightens the room In the corner of my eyes

It’s easy to tell me “You’re doing fine.” All the decisions are mine. No worries No distractions

Ahhh... Sweet Symphonic melody Sway my ears play Drink away my sorrows And let my mind sway

Engulfed in flames within The crackling embers Of her bones shake Within this mortal tomb Her anger wake

You watched With eyes like thunder The spinning rumors Buzzing like pesky flies It renders you giddy