It’s happening again
The grounds stable
But the worlds crashing through
I’d like to think
That in these moments
I temporarily don’t exist
And nobody can see it happening
I fade away into the scene
Everything that follows is simply
An hallucination of another scene
From a destructive dream
I’m present with the crowd
I stand upon them
But I’m so far gone
I’ve reached the anchors
Scraping the floors of the sea
Above the water is where my body lies
And the sky is a state of peace
I’ll never reach
I’m far too realistic and self deteriorating
I count every constellation upon my skin
And give them names in they play a role
Upon a hundred faces that were once here
And now gone
I think maybe if I kept them more in the dark
Then maybe their light wouldn’t of burned out
Quite as fast.