Confused

I'm standing on rocky ground and finding it hard to balance.

Through the cracks grow tulips of black and withering plants.

The sky is gloomy and clouds are weary, like webbing

From the spiders darkness they catch and crawl

Onto things and hide what's truly there.

A trail leads and follows but always behind and in front,

I've seen what's behind but it's ahead I have to confront.

And though they clutch and cling I'm stepping

Onto pebbles and molehills and still standing tall.

Because they'll be there to catch my tears.

I'm walking with my eyes closed and my hands out ahead,

Daring to see for a few moments and reaching for him instead.

This blood and pain is not all I'm wearing:

His heart is pinned upon my shoulder so hear my call,

Cause I'm desperately hoping that he'll hear.

My eyes are black and hollow and their bareness increases.

This corset's so tight I can't pick up the pieces.

Fragments of my mind play a tune for my wedding.

Dressed in coal and cloaked in shadow I walk through it all.

Cut me deeper cause my blood's still blue.

Cause my only oxygen source is you.

I don't need you to whisper in my ear that it'll be ok.

But I wouldn't mind and I'm so tired, I need someone,

Though I'm trying to survive but I'm afraid

Of what's to come and of this rocky road

That though scares me is my only abode.

Along the lane in rows is the place I never play,

Dodging hands from below that slide from dirt just for fun,

The undead, with lifeless eyes and unmoving lips, so sorry they're all the same.

And up above my head I see the stars begin to cry,

Tears of tenderness from the heavens burst from the sky,

Sliding down my cheeks to claim them as their own.

But I'll keep on walking; I won't wait to be betrayed.

Sticky rust runs through my toes and runs in rivers,

And down the banks in tendrils the snakes sliver,

Hissing as they fall but knowing they could never stay.

And along this avenue the thunder cracks like a gun,

As lightening explains the night like no other's ever done.

I'm slipping and sliding each and every way,

Caked in mud from mistakes I cannot wash or atone.

I'm walking under lampposts and keeping from the shade.

There is no point for I can't see at any rate,

My vision is muffled and prone to desecrate.

But when I slide and stumble on my own,

He'll hold my hand so I'm not alone:

This figure that stands behind me.

I can't distinguish and this scares me:

He's so close I feel his heat radiating,

I can hear his pulse beating and bouncing

And feel his breath on my neck,

His voice is pulling and tearing me apart.

I hide my head in opened fists,

And hope that everything will be ok after this,

That when I turn around and there's nothing there

I'll breathe again and know again and stand again.

That there'll still be light when the candle's gone.