Reignition

Two tongues flickering, hah, fucking pain beginning to sneak into me
Riding the blade of a suicide, reality disappearing, fucking hiding from me
The murk is my friend, the darkness comforts and it cloaks
While I'm freezing here within my frozen self, somehow I smell smoke

Hope is but a bitch, a whore, lights flashing off in the distance of my mind
Promises of things to reach for when all of the time they were left behind
The light can be just as disorienting as the darkness
Depending on it's intensity, it can cause so much more stress

Nerves on fucking edge, sleep cycle thrown the fuck off
I cut myself several times in a dream, but no sleep or blood was lost
But the Sandman did get wet in all of those fucking tears
My mind is simply a stepping stone with him dragging mud all up in here

While standing at the edge watching as the Sandman attempted to Bojangle on ice
It really isn't thick enough for my weight or his, but quicksand supports the ice
With thundering taps long the halls of my mind
At times our image is totally lost within the darkness, and other times it's merely an outline

We both perform before a throne within my deepest recess
My pain stirred unwanted memories of giving the blade a test
The Sandman is my cheerleader and with pompoms he rahrahrahs
We both broke through the icy quicksand with my blood reigniting my mental stars