Restless Sleepless Thoughtless
Like a ghost roaming the earth, purpose long forgotten.
In a desperate attempt I curl up into a ball
Only to realize the cold isn’t coming from the rain outside
But from weird sensations eating away at my insides.

Waking up from a hellish world possessing
My mind, the room dark, cold
Tears silently flowing down my cheeks.
Then I realize this nightmarish world
Is not a dream, but made from memories.

Was the experience really this harsh?
Was I really this broken?
Funny how time glosses over the sharp edges
To prevent us from receiving more wounds
From old memories and broken dreams.

Are you going to run
Now that I’m showing my scars?
I may be weak sometimes
Yet I still want to carry your happiness
And keep walking … wherever that may lead to.

I harden the ghosts in my head into a weapon
Too sharp for anybody to see
And slay the beast that rapes my dreams, over and over again.
Yet to break the cycle I need fire that I alone cannot conjure
Could you hold my hand, and give me the power?

So that stones can sprout wings, and fly.