The Dream and Occurrence

Opened is a shaded glimpse of me

gift wrapped in emptiness

surrounding is a murky surface of skin

presenting me with the answer of who i am

darkness is the only sound i hear

blinding static is the only sight around me

Scraping up the refuse of an vacant soul

like a bottle driven of its liquidity

trying to fill up th ebowl with something more

but its halfway empty and the brim is hydrating

darkness is the only sound i hear

blinding static is the only sight around me

now i'll think to myself how we've both beaten ourselves up

we sit in a room i despise

with walls of a faint revise

like a simultaneous sound

that your cry comes to define

brother couldn't help you hide

yet you were only just a call away

oh, i have that weight pulling on to me

sinking me way from you

glassy sadness seems to paint your eyes

father stands there beside you

with discipline wrapped tight in his hands

feeling i could've done something, but now i can't sleep

yet you were only just a call away

oh, i have that weight pulling on to me

there's a memory once lost, i hold

hallow screams echoing in the alleyways

my eyes creep at the window and i can see your face

seeing how striking the leather tastes