The creatures in his empty eyes are watching the moon

Cuts on faded fingers that are following every thought

Creating wallpaper flowers with bloodstained hands

Writing down the feelings, asking all about the questions

Pleading answers, screaming, scared for what they will tell

Turn the lights out and hide away, all the eyes are on you

Dreaming your nightmares as they are begging you to fall

Staring with the eyes closed

And the view from there is frightening



No don't try to figure it out

This is not a suit that fits your fake

Lay a razor in the hands of a broken heart

Don't tell the tales that tells it all



The walls are closing in, creeping closer and closer

Shadows are raping another one in the hall

Teardrops are falling from the eye of a fractured mind

Alone beside the candles, that burned down so long ago



Everything is words in a poets mind

And the teller of his tales, are deaf and blind

Scratching the stains of this tragedy

Carving another poem from his insanity



No don't try to figure it out

This is not a suit that fits your fake

Lay a razor in the hands of a broken heart

Don't tell the tales that tells it all



The walls are closing in, creeping closer and closer

Shadows are raping another one in the hall

Teardrops are falling from the eye of a fractured mind

Alone beside the candles, that burned down so long ago