Another day, another thought, another sorrow...

This hallway, these people,
The sounds they make,
They sicken me much,
I shiver and shake,

NO WAY!
YOU GOT ANOTHER?!
She yells to her friend,
Unable to quiet or hide her grin,

"Dude, you gotta see,
I got these new game..."
The stupid one boasts,
About another lost day,

All around me they squawk,
Like chickens to slaughter,
Running around with their heads all gone,
Bumping into one another,

Every-night I go to my home,
Everyday I flee my tomb,
Like a bat out of hell,
Tearing out of the womb,

Blood-stained tiles in the bathroom,
Tear-stained pillows on the bed of nails,
The cold embrace of the night itself,
Kept away by the warm entrails,

My many fluffy stuffed animals,
Nailed to the wall,
No eyes, no mouths, no scorning tongues,
Silence preaching to them all,

Everyday I enter this crypt,
Every-night I fade away,
This darkness in my mind will grow,
Until nothing stands in it's way,

Another useless day outside,
Better then at home,
People, birds, noise, and color,
I paint them all alone,

And in this void of simple pleasure,
I desire so much more,
But in the shadows of my mind,
I'm slowly freezing to my core,

Frostbitten fingers reach out to-wards the light,
The warmth of this life's enchantments,
Grasp an ember, a flame, a star or sun,
To let it fall away within the dark abyss,

Let others have it, guide it, shape it, tear it,
It's not mine for lack of trying,
But to color this mask I need the blood,
Of everyone out there who is dying,

Dying to see her, or hear his voice,
Dying to hold them within their arms,
Dying to show them around their house,
Dying, simply dying,
To die for someone else.