At night something awakens
Some dark, bizarre form of me
A flower deep-rooted in death
Whom daylight never sees
A shower of sharp and deadly thoughts
Pulverize and pierce me in my sleep
They awaken me and speak to me
They dig just a little bit too deep
When the sun submits to the moon
And the stars arise in the sky
A part of me rises from the grave
And in an abyss of words I fly
I am the psyche; I’m the human mind
I’m in a world inside my head
I’m alone in here, and I’m alone out there
But my words are never dead
