I wish that i could heal your heart
put the pieces together that were torn apart
     To heal your soul
     Make you feel whole
                        To soothe your head
                        Calm the storm thats left
I wish i could tell you all the answers to the world
Tell you the ending to the story thats left untold
    To start a new beginning
    You have to release the past
This new light before us spinning
Something waiting, begging to last
                       Memories are easily covered
                       The thoughts in our heads being smothered
but you are shining far too bright
      for darkness to unravel
This truth will cause me to fight
even if it leaves me face down in gravel
                     For what is right
                     I will forget the night
An end to the old. The beginning being written.
You are just too fitting.
                                      Page one to our story...

Lime and limpid green
and all the spaces in between
Yellow and sunshine mellow
walking through void in your travel
Blue stars and purple faces
solid time and desolate places
Wandering through lifes stitched seems
red blood and red opened veins
Pouring sweat driven insane
All too killing color
All too much being smothered
                       So, paint me as you wish.
                       I depart as a canvas.

Trapped up in this house of lies
covered ever so discreetly in its loving disguise
looking through the open door
begging, wishing, wanting more
each and every day passes me by
the seconds, minutes, and hours on the hands of time
watching as we all fade away
in the glooming encompass of everfading gray
        windows closing
        poeple imposing
trusting every enemy that fills your head
dancing the nights away with the living dead
         tweak out
                    freak out
                             sleep out
melting your brain inside
praying for the rain of tears, but all thats left is dry
running through these shrinking hallways
trying to remember better days
force on a smile, so your friends won't see
what's eating you alive? The real me.
digging your own hole
picking apart your frail soul
pounding the nails into your own Cozy coffin
smothering memories of when you thought you were something
        the wind blows
        the doors close
your fire ignites inside
your laughing at the thought of being buried alive
the house is overtaken by flames
you start to forget your purpose, your life, your name.
the foundation you called your own disappears
your mind is flushed. your head is cleared.
you look over the horizon see a new beginning ahead
forget the past there's something new to be had
         layer by layer
         brick by brick
you rebuild your ways
after all, tomorrow is always a new day.