When your unspoken words make your throat grow hoarse
And part of your mind starts dreaming for a hearse
It whispers to you of that final ride
And all you hope for is a loud goodbye
Please know that I am still an ear ready to listen
And all of your fears deem from something so often visited
That dark place you used to call your dream land,
That scary place that made you refuse my helping hand
Please hold tight darling, as the whisper becomes a scream
Close your eyes so crushed, remember this is your dream
You said so yourself this is your world, so shift it
A creation of your mind, so why is it the inferno’s pit?
You look in the mirror, a demon stares you in the eyes.
It is the summarization of everything you hope dies.
It is you, yet uncontrollable, a creation and a master
When you are tearing your drawings this is whom you call bastard
Under your breath just as your breath grows heavy
What is wrong? Have my words broken the levy?
That the thoughts like this so shiftily hide behind?
Or do they hide in the part of you that you refuse to see is your mind?
