In this hell of reality,
where my home, my heart, was shattered to a billion pieces.
Into debris of mixed emotions and false beliefs.
I wasn't saved away,
by a dream come true over the rainbow.
Jails, institutions, and death (Oh my, my, mine)
Oh No.
This,
this is the nightmare of consequence,
that I face
everyday.
And how I would accept his sacrifice
as a gift
I would give.
To the Angel of Death.
For the chance to exchange my heart...
for his.
Or maybe for the tin man's armor.
My brain for the absence of memory.
And courage for the chance to just go,
and run away
hide from all of my woes.
Because then, I would seem stronger.
Able to scare away all the thoughts
that crow, creep, and caw in my head
In the most quiet of moments.
Silence of the undead.
