Blood-Drenched Paper

Wordless and pitiful, this fool can’t deny The emptiness hollowed out deep in my mind Nothing will redeem these broken thoughts And nothingness is all I have, I’m so damn lost I can’t remember how to sleep anymore I can not recall the taste of oxygen or law Only the blood that was spilled from my mouth As I choked upon the words that threw me down How am I still living without my heart? How is it that I can stand when I fell apart? Truth is that I am gone, deep in the dirt A place where I can not think; where I’m safe from hurt I can’t recall a way to speak anything That does not remind me of every single thing The dry blood across my skin will not be washed away And whatever else I try to hide has stained all I say Collapsing into a mess upon the kitchen floor Fearing to even walk out of my bedroom door The sun burns away every place I can cry And the moon delivers another thousand lies How can I ever hope to breathe and sleep again When every single breath I take turns dreams into pain? The stains of blood are punishment for all that I said And nothingness has carved your face deep within my head Wordless and pitiful, the things I will write The deepening eternity of every lonely night The broken thoughts accompany a song that always plays I’ve lost you forever, but this music will remain