Lately I've done this thing...
It's called growing up,
But it's like part of me has died.
Not gone, but still alive somehow,
Clinging desperately to life.
Now you get to walk away
With a clear conscience,
While I must be forever reminded;
Little red trails across my skin...
And I can feel it falling,
Always escaping my grasp...
Raindrops all around me,
Dancing in the limelight
For one last time...
Long forgotten memories flare to life;
Revolving door becomes my tourniquet,
As all that I am
Is transferred into energy,
Joining with the great abyss...
Our spirits flicker and entwine,
Glowering with menacing ferocity,
Killing me over and over;
I shall die a thousand morbid deaths
And still your soul will haunt mine...
Why can't I just let go?
My hand's on the trigger
And suddenly I'm squeezing...
Mirrored glass falls to floor
And now I'm screaming...
How did you become so numb?
Demons haunt my every waking hour,
Lost in a glossy haze...
Even dreams give no release
From the bright white light,
That turns all who touch it into darkness.