Crisis Intervention

I burn from the inside out
Blood tears out of my skin
Cause there's no other way out

Scrape and bleed
Cry, don't breathe

Life blinds
All you see

Stuck in moments that never last
You're just pieces of the past
And I can't distinguish what is real
So I cut myself enough to feel

My lungs are black and filled with death
They can never understand
The thoughts at best

Drowning without a voice to call
I'll drown forever, now
Broke the last wall.

Watergun

A gun made of crystal
Convinced to be tossed across the floor.

Everything that once whispered,
Has grown louder than before.

A shot of a bullet, sanity stolen.
Organs delivered, life line swollen.

It's only a matter of time
Before the ice begins to melt.

A willingness to climb,
Escape from the seat belt.

Draining out the poison,
You know that lungs decay.

The crystal is left to be shattered,
Pull the trigger, pick the bouquet. 

The Pennies We Wished Upon

The mountains were waiting,
When their water had evaporated.

Like a silk twister entering the skies.

Invisible and harmless particles whither and combine.

Condensation, candlelight.
Nature lives the cycle we fight.

Circular motions to continue a breathing Earth.
Suffocating fumes of innocence lost long ago..

Beneath the soil, among the trees,
The absolute panoramic liberties.

Dream on violent winds.
Run on paper ground.

Rain runs the crevasses of the mountains that were told,
To end in a fountain of providence where wishes sold.