Everywhere I go, all I see is dead trees
Sulk around with pills and cash in my jeans
Last week, all I dreamt of was screeching Banshees
“Follow me,” a soft voice gleamed,
“I can lead you to the fairies”
An Angel before me,
Blue eyes, like stars in the sky
And I fell to my knees
With my Black wings and yellow teeth
She saw right through me
A reaper in disguise
Full moon on a frigid night
You claimed you weren’t scared of life
Yet you’re too afraid to die
What’s the point of living
If you’re too afraid to try?
Now I push through my pain and strife
In search of new highs to hide
All the cracks within my mind
I’m a skull without a spine
Lain upon my bed of lies
I’m stuck inside a loop
Forever scrying
Locked inside my room
Lost within my writing
Dear Angel, why are you crying?
Tears of affliction
Trickle-down your cheeks
What have I created?
My spirit is weak
And my bones are sedated
Numbed from addiction
Oh, will you please be patient?
While I take some time
To abide by myself
I’ll call you in my dreams tonight