I awaken in a lightless room,
Without a breath of smoke within my lungs..
I catch fire to a stick of hypocrisy.
It gives me death, while giving me life.
And as a faint glint of sun streams through
A single window, my eyes are entranced by him.
A man... in his purest form. in a deep deep sleep.
His demons locked within his head, can't cause
The world harm. but when he is concious, said
Demons are released to reek havoc upon the
Ones that he loves most. various evils are let
Loose on the hopeful, trafficking the lies within
His mind. a sense of security overcomes me
When he's next to me... but only when he's in
A state of mind that is clear of his past and his
Wrong-doings. only when his veins are flowing
Of blood, pure blood. PURE FUCKING BLOOD
Is when i feel truly at ease.