The prying eyes look around. Looking for a new victim In the dark desolate mind the ideas appear Ideas of mischief and naughty deeds.
As I bite my lip and the boxes fall, The taste of iron sparks. It sparks a new blood rush to my head.
The smell of coffee a genuine disgust. I pray for the day I discover myself and stay true to decision.
That's why i'm awake now Not deep in the slumber.
I bite my nails until they become raw Instead of enjoying my nightmares.
Oh how i miss my dreams of nothing,
My dreams of the great nothing,