Bleeding

To me this is my best work.

Bleed me another flower to get through the day
The taste of life is bittersweet sour and sometimes I don't want to stay
Lost love in an affection building on circumstance
A question unvieled for a simple regret
Maybe the world is better off without my intakes of shame
Sorrow for another tomorrow I will be lucky to see
If there is a light for a voice inside the orchid of personal belonging
Why is it so hard for me to hear it's song of sophomoric prose.

When the lights go out lost in the crash of flower bed lakes
The oceans of love in which I can never swim seem even further away
And when I take my dip I'm more likely to drown then stay above
Is there nothing for me here but myself
Maybe taking the one road down washout lane is my only way.

Let me love again and be loved by the one held so close
If there is a God why is this all he has to say
Did I do something wrong is there a reason for me he betrays?

My family and friends all pieces of a puzzle
Losing faith in the world in which I've dabled and given my blood
This fleeting falacy I'm told day to day
Proves more fiction in the kingdom I reign
I push the helpless and the close aside like another penny as worthless as the avalon sky
All for a simple tragedy I never can hold
It's like the noir dramas for me things never end as perfect as we'd wish
Alone in the fields of singularity with my coffins dressed up.

When the lights go out lost in the crash of flower bed lakes
The oceans of love in which I can never swim seem even further away
And when I take my dip I'm more likely to drown then stay above
Is there nothing for me here but myself
Maybe taking the one road down washout lane is my only way.

Take me away from the tranquilities of a paradise I'll never live within
And give me the peace of mind with the sensation of nothing more
I've turned to everyone but it's time they walked out the door
The clean I never was stained more from the fresh bleeding slices
Am I truly a face passerby with no heart to live
I really think so because that's all I seem capable to give
Nothing and nothing and a little nothings more
Take me home and drag me away
Because the things I've lived tell me there's not ever a reason to stay.