At the edge of my bed, I sit in deadly silence, shattered balance.
One by one I shut my eyes, both need blessings, so I pray twice, to maybe one day break my sight of this lonely life.
But even in dreams they all leave one by one, and no matter how hard I run they all run harder.
And alone I stay in dreams, flowing on rivers of memories and tears of love letters and fears of go getters and bloody shears.
Alone on an empty throne watching the world unfold, my sins retold, my story in bold, the boy that once was praised, now lying alone, lifeless and cold.