Screaming. Blood spattered
patterns on the walls.
A hole in the place we fell.
Frail body collapsed on cold bathroom tile.
Fainted in a relapse, but it's not like before.
Rusty sink, dripping faucet, obscure window, and nothing to go on.
I don't want to be the only one with nothing to go on.
Oh, no. I don't want to be the only one.
I don't want to face the light,
but I'm sick on the lie.
I never wanted anything, I never
wanted to be.
Staring disconnected through a bathroom mirror
to discover those eyes staring back through me;
all that I see
are soulless eyes,
an empty silhouette,
a screaming face shattered!
Patterns in the mirror;
a shiver we run toward.
Do you understand the way I feel about this world?
Black ribbons tied around our each and every soul.
Oh, do you understand the way it feels?
Then tie
a black
ribbon
around
your soul.
Black ribbons around us all.
