dwelling in the quiet place, of imagination and restless dreams, i stepped through the doors of myself, and pulled it all open at the seams, to catch what was left of me, before i fell to sleep. there once were great forests, mountains of hills, oceans of ponds, and skies of worlds, inside my head. but now i've forgotten it all, taken down from open pedestals and left for dead. everyone bleeds, but no one sees, gutless symbols promise empty lives, yet no one sees. i'm remembering, what it was like to soar between, the thoughts of a world turned upside down, but, maybe that was the right way after all. if i push a little further, i will fall, and leave this place, a ruined memory, self sustaining in exquisite dress, yet the cloth is bleeding through, and bleeding through, bleeding through. how long will i have, how long will you? til our life is gone, and nothing is new. how long will it take, for us to see? that it is our blood, we've made our skin bleed? i'm trying to remember, if there was any other way. there was any other way, i could be happier today, if there was any other way...
