The purpose of the words dying to be written
Are locked away inside your brain...

The cold wind sends a dead shiver down my spine
The concrete grounds get harder over time...

Cut out that center fold
hang it up on the wall...

Yet just one more day
Nothing really changed...

Laying in an empty grave
above your head the tombstone reads...

The sky looks a little lonely tonight,
If there is anything we could do to make it feel...

The darkest of dreams
Keep haunting my brain...

I feel sick to my stomach
I've never been this lost...

As the moon begins its slow climb
to where the sun was once held high...

In the loneliest of corners the flower still...
No matter our presences the beauty is true...

Keep your ear to the door
Make sure the screaming stays silent...

Wrapped in her blanket some reassurance
Her protection from this cold air...