Tossing and turning, nightmares fill my head,
these rhymes and reasons that I give don't change
the things that were said.

Growing deeper scars thatn these,
sufficing my pains I take any shot to the heart
with ease.

The lights make shadows, a darkness I abide in time,
my constant company in sorrow has it's own lighter
and beatiful side.

I'm ignoring these confrontations,
telling myself these come from lighter jokes
and not something violent and with intimidation.

Growing blodier wounds than this,
knowing of things that are better and know there are
worse messes than this.

Pouring myself full, angels never ignored me before
at heaven's door, a heaven that was closed for me
without knowing what these sins intend.

Dying like a spoiled brat , see me in a different
way, stronger minds need somewhere to go, I just
look to fall in the hands of some angel.

Hestating on another prayer
I come upon another person to play the drummer
and fill my head with something other than doubt.

Covering something other than my various shades of gray,
painting with another color and keeping from breaking and staying
just to keep on dreaming.