My blood, my bones
They are my home
But why, I ask
But why?
Has come from nothing
Moving stone
And people that must cry
People that must cry
My blood, my bones
They are my home
But why, I ask
But why?
Has come from nothing
Moving stone
And people that must cry
People that must cry
There’s a mirror at the beds end
A hole inside my brain
This place I live in does exist
It leaks onto the floor
I’ve scooped it up before
Put it back inside
The hole grows cold
With salty mold
From all the tears I’ve cried
This place I live for
Wakes my mind
In times when I know peace
It takes a nightmare
Of this kind
To let it off the leash
My brain of course
It seldom sits but waits
Till I am dead
Where the only place I’ll really know
Is the space inside my head
One , alone , astray
Today was mine, now it is done
The Only fun I know is you
A body other than my own
My home is not myself
It huddles low upon a shelf
Waiting for a pull
A will, a want a wishful grin
A fullness longing to begin
Wind warns of a coming storm
The only voice to call
No looking, daring to go back
There is nowhere to fall
My my you are funny
Smart , pretty and “fun”
Perhaps I thought you witty
I’m not the only one
When all your trying’s done
The days with greyed disdain
For how you cope
Today’s great hope
Is morrow’s equal pain