1Here we are alone with ourselves
Black halls white walls
No room for the help
We gave to the empty
Gave to the cold only
Fear inside here, no respect for
The bold
Crayon etchings in my skin
Dark circles running backwards
I can see all of my sins
A little bit of madness
A little bit of hate
No respect for the bold
Not time to recreate
This darkness of mine inside
My anger falls away
I realize this only the beginning
The hardest end to find
A maze of self-control, self respect and self-disgust
Endless as we draw
The crayons turn into dust
A picture of a picket fence
Perfect in its way
White slates leaning forwards
The wind begins to sway
Car driving up at the end of the day
Ladders, running sideways
The mailman came today
Painting slowly, with a pencil
The shadows of my heart
A sense of dissolution
A sense of in the dark
Walk home in your smiles
Surrounded by your friends
The maze I built to sturdy
You'll get lost within
And my fingers burn in acid
An acid that I made
Of hatred and rejection
And fear of being saved