Bring Me Some Bourbon 🥃

Open Your Eyes

In the castle I lay,

Looking out to the green bay.

My first mistake was trusting him.

Treating his worlds like a hymn.

My second mistake was thinking I could get away.

He was the hunter.

And I was the prey.

I was the fox and he was the hound.

Mr. Fear wanted to bury me underground.

My open wounds refused to heal.

But pride would never let me kneel.

I told myself "The monsters are dead."

"But are they really." He said.

"Open your eyes."

"Can't you see they're using the dark as a disguise."

I can't find my mind.

It's run off to hide.

I can't find my soul.

I guess its because it's no longer whole.

All I have is my body.

But it's tortured and bloody.

Nothing but an empty shell.

And then I knew this was worse then hell.