Lives are like open locks,
shut with rust,mutes that talk.
Silent tears have been shed again,
from open eyes,sewn shut with pain.
My internal screams,
is me,ripping,at the seams.
Don't let emotion subside,
instead,leave scars to hide.
This eternal bleeding,
is me,breaking,falling,healing.
My heart,a cold black fire,
most,only an eyes desire.
As you stand,bright and tall,
I slouch straight,and begin to fall.
We all say"life's a straight line",
but it's one big maze of mind.
All our souls are falling fast,
stuck,buried in the past.
As we all sleep,lying down,
standing straight,in death,we drown.
In the sleep of death,dreams give,
it's in these dreams that I will live.
Screams of the mute,
or a blind eyes view.
Slouching straight,versus,
a tall standing you.
Open locks,shut with rust,
and buried souls,flying high.
Healed eternal bleeding,
and living as you die.
