There's Something Going On

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

A Place I live IN

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