Hospice of Archaism

A script misunderstood,
Scraping at the pain you cannot erase.

The paint you chose is prevented to chip.
Hush your voice, and purple scarred lip.

I tied a rope to each our hands
A desire you once did not understand.

It's getting cold when you're not around.
And death screams when it haunts me with sound.

I stole a branch no longer alive,
In the treetops it's easier to leap than dive.

And no other will find us here,
In our own polluted atmosphere.

The Observation Place

The addiction
Of change.

Has caused me to rebel, lie, hide.

And It's better to live without regrets.
Wake up every morning, look in the mirror.
And forgive yourself.

Exploration, I find, I create.
The addiction, is what has made me.

Delusion is a drug.
Walk into walls.
Never want to be without being affected.

Emerge in disaster. Live in greyscale.
And the world will remind you of the colours all it's own.

Surfing Underwater

I battered the feelings away,
in a soil beneath my brain.

Ignored, lost, unable to regain consciousness.

The surface brings waves which throw me under,
I can't find a reason, to float. To swim.
To stay atop.

Beneath is where you'll find my treasure.

But who would be willing to dig, to dive?

Fake Blue

In the wake of the night.
No matter.
My mind is just tangled in you.
Lost in my imagination
This cold winter fakes blue.

Everything we've just created
I want it to be true.
Everything we had erased
Has made me someone new.

And I fall for you.
Yeah, I need you too.
Fall for you.
What do you do.

I look up to the sky,
Wondering for reasons why.
Is there answers, can we try?
I dont want to say goodbye.

You have dreams, I have them too.
We dont have to let them loose.
We can hide away in bed sheets,
Listening to each others heartbeats.

In the wake of the night.

No matter.

My mind is just tangled in you.

Lost in my imagination

This cold winter fakes blue.

And we fake blue.

The Worthless World

They don't need to hear the secrets.
They don't need to understand.

Be safe within yourself.
Within your little box,
Your little cage.
Stocked away.

Protected. Numb. Hiding.

Away from the world who are willing to hurt you
With everything they can.

The Search for Guidance

Reassure me with encouraging words that I have the ability of doing this.
 Sometimes I feel like I'll just stop breathing.
Give me guidance to fight the panic.
I've forgotten why I'm here.

Find Me

I just want to be found.
But who is willing to do the searching,
and the caring
and the love.

Who will give me all of that?
If you exist, where are you?
And how much longer will it be till you get here...