we break from our own minds

leave me to fall
emptiness running down these halls
the blood on my hands
reminds me of the dead
my lungs are so broken
from the empty words
you have spoken

I hear the cries for help
and I began to yell
no glue can keep us
together, I'm light
as a feather.

I wish I couldn't see the dead
I swear it's not all in my head,
no broken can be fixed,
this world will not mix
the emptiness that exists
I swear I can't be fixed

i tried to escape this world
full of pain, so i ran to a
place that i would remain
safe. but it came with a price
therefore I'm no longer
sane.

the broken is a place
for the dead,
i swear it's not all
in my head and even if
i was sane, who says i
would always remain
that way


no remedies for insanity