No face; sleeplessly in daze

Contemplating nothings when before me is a maze

Drowning in obsession for my loss of adolescence

Holding nothing in my essence but a shell of my past days

Cry for me, because I’ve been lonely

Since I’ve been torn as a weed from an oak tree

I’ll be free when you’re cleansed of the old me

So don’t talk to me cos these voices smell rhapsodic

Can’t wake with my reality dwelling in empty spaces

I’m never awake when my mirror has no face

Can’t look to me for light cos I’m faking luminescence

There’s no essence in a glow built from dreams of a beast

 I’m the dark, always stark, except I bark clothed in mud

 From the fields that I built to grow creations and blood

 Won’t yearn for dwelling in the depths of my mind

Because it rained and it stank when I made the climb

Somebody left me shattered, bellowing hungry to the grey side

With no one passing to hear me whisper from the wayside

My beast has been calling for its feeding in the limelight

But he’ll be torn and bleed out like me when the time’s right

Somebody save me, somebody hate me, somebody steal my daydreams

Somebody shred my layers a day at a time so you can taste me

Somebody twist a knife in my eyes so I can watch myself bleed

Or don’t, so I can twist it myself and hold my screams on a lead

No sleep; only the time passing in an end with no a start

Waiting for a waking beside a torn out harp

No redemption in the tension of retention of a dawn

Obsessing come dusk, watching a wild beast spawn

Burn your hand; this heart won’t rest in the palm

Of a loser or winner in a game played with psalms

This one has no strings to tug, so laugh but don’t try

Don’t lie and don’t cry when I say I hate the calm