Untitled (The Memories of the Melting Clock)

You act like you're my hero; you're always here to save me.
You say you're sorry and you don't mean it,
you're running out of playthings.

And the ghost of addiction is creeping
Like a phantom from the skies
A single breath was all it took, to turn needles into knives.

They stab my chest, my heart, my soul
And tell me to be afraid.
They tell me that these words will haunt me;
will turn and run away.

I burn the pages of this sacrifice
with this piece of me I've lost
I wonder when I finally gave in,
and my mind sharpened to my flaws.

I find these threads all twisted and broken
At everyone's expense but mine.
Like they all came to make their bets
but all they found were the dice.

Like this soul was rented long ago
By passers by and strangers told
Who found a girl who was still un-whole
And took from her until she broke.

She collided and tumbled in her reverie
And found bliss, splendor, happiness, even relief.

Why she keeps going and going, I'll probably never know...
The only problem is, is that no one's really led her home.
They've all found the maps to nowhere,
and all she's ever found, are words that look like emotions
When you spell them out.

A disguise that's been stolen, she's screaming; she's sure...
That these words filling her mouth; her dreams are not her's.
She can't speak through the tar, through the pills that she prys
From bottle, hand, mouth, for the hundredth time.

She's not finding herself anywhere; even her reflection lies
Everyone's blooming and beautiful...And she's pieces, fragments of life.
Someone please put her together, she's so badly broken...

Or maybe her lips have found refuse and spoken
The truth of her ghosts and her fatal attraction
To the truth, the past, the present, and the fallen reaction.

But of course what did she think, that she would be praised?
Praised for letting go an inch, only for her length to fray?

I leave you with this, and please take it well...

I found her lying in a meadow among the ashes and hail.
A place where no one speaks of...

Or at least never lives to tell.