Mayday Parade

The last page in the final book of a series is said to be a cliffhanger the best part of an exciting adventure... I feel I may be finished I feel this may be the final pages or just another sick twisted joke I've decided to conduct on myself for I am awaiting a fool to prove to me there's still sunsets in silhouette dreams Mayday Parade I have spoken their name in endless sequences like they were imaginary sand castles just being swept away in high tide or maybe I just picture that being me My days have grown dull and bleak my nights in return, long and headache prone Somehow the carbon copy has been me and the seed of originality has been thrown into a lava pit I can't see Flames of Panic, Flames of Embrace just an array of flames with a solid label I crave a time machine to go back five years... five years before I was caught off guard... I crave a time machine to go back five years... five years to when I was last happy ...13, unlucky 13 I've hardly been lucky... Twist, scream, contort all actions committed under a comforting cover to combat the frightful images playing in the subconscious but I'm barely conscious The sun is my movie screen and I have fallen asleep by act two Asleep and running away from the people who would possibly persuade to constantly lie to me chase me into oblivion Scarlett Jade, my mermonic butterfly Scarlett Jade, my Flames of Embrace why must you try so hard to get rid of me... Why must you build me up like a tower to a bulldozer tear me down... Why... Why... All these irrelevant things walk hand in hand holding hands with relevant dreams while building sand castles at the beach and I, the lonely fisherman sit here anxiously, harmonizing with an imaginary friend to ask the ocean air the question 'Is everyone here make believe? '