Today I woke up in insanity.
Just like any other day I suppose...

As I lie awake, I dreamlessly dream about...
The air is cold...

"It wasn't your fault"
The words follow me wherever I go...

The chill spreads throughout my body,
his fingers are crawling up my side...

My pale skin soaking in the rays of it's pure...
Only it's music reaching my ears in this dark...

Who knew?
Down my drain at night, flow rivers of red blood...

A little gasp escapes my lips
as the green-yellow grass touches my fingertips...

A whisper of air touching his head,
fondling his moonlit hair, whisking away...

A murmur, spreading through the crowd,
rising into a wailing cheer...

I wonder... if every time I dream of you,
you also dream of me...

Weakly, for drained I am of every strength,
reach my tattered hands toward the sun...

One last breath,
like a million screaming fires...