I sit alone
In wild abandon
I see through walls
that aren’t there
Paint pictures of darkness
in my mind
I fear not the lonely streets
My heart hardened
by lifetimes of deceit
While birds chirp
outside the morning window
Rabid broken dreams
infect my every step
Sidewalks bow
before my feet
While christ bleeds
from a twisted cross
above my bed
Moons of suffering
Children of dread
hang from threads
And the minstrel at the gate
Says nothing at all
Some wounds never heal
Sometimes the healing never ends
And grey skies bend
down toward the sea