I think of you, when all else seems less than clear. During the times that my eyes have no choice but to shed a tear. I think of you as life seems to crumble beneath my feet. I'm wishing that things didn't feel so steep. My dreams tell me all is not what one perceives to be like nightmares with happy endings. I think of you and wish not to exist, so that time could erase all the smudges of my demise. I find it such a surprise that people find happiness under brightly lit blue skies. I wonder if you could ever be made clear. I'm too used to listening to the devils laugh in my ear. The smiles and snarks of rejoicing while my skin feels thick. Trapped within. They say sin is what opens hells unbound doors, but I swear hound dogs roar in my sleep. My weeping, it falls all too deep, like the willows in the cemetery. I whisper wishing for broken chains, but all I receive is disrupted faith. I know not where this journey ends. The very thought of you shakes me to the core, but you're just the devil knocking on my door. Maybe tomorrow you will show me what is in store.
