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I feel like an Episcopal priest before losing his faith, 
a traffic accident thrown in his face, renouncing 
my faith even though my younger brother believes 
I'm more than just a human being, I'm sort of a saint 
without ever stepping a foot on a field, but why 
does he still look up to me and all my bad habits? 
Playing ballads against an empty glass of hope 
thinking how mysterious this world really is 
as crop circles engulf our minds with the 
possibilities, but I guess happiness is a hoax 
as I stare out this bedroom window laughing 
at nightmares just to let the world know how 
brave I am to peak out my once dry sheets 
and stare out the window at the creepy silhouette 
standing alone undearneath the midnight stars, 
but don't be alarmed, I am not scared of a soul trying 
to intrude on my ego, like if I am somehow exempt 
from the rumors of mortality. I feel the footsteps 
of strangers walking around in the shadows hiding 
while dogs bark curiously at phantom noises coming 
from the same place I just pointed my finger at. 
Maybe it's a sign that we are not alone on this earth 
or maybe it's a sign that nothing is furthur from 
the actual truth. Boarding up windows makes me 
feel safe but not invinsible on some rainy nights 
when my newfound fright gets the best of me. 
No matter where I hide, attic or basement, i'ts all 
the same, I still yearn for my inhaler feeling like 
a hostage ready to give my final words to the world 
before I pass away into the toxic realm of SET, 
swinging away into pity's arms, I'm acid to my own 
self , toxin in my bloodstream. Listening to 
beautiful sounds in the background as I begin to 
tap on empty water glasses just to feel sane 
before the asthma attacks my lungs and I loose 
control as sounds begin to exchange questions 
with my sanity. The sound of strings all around me 
and I'm beginning to understand each note, the 
reason why tonight on the bay of regret I float.
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