Here's a moment   And another and another and another; another   Guess I'm still here   What to do with this awareness?   I still will to pay the price   And I'm not alone in this, but I'm alone in here   These tired, sunken eyes and labored breath   Just superficial bubbles   Sent gasping from a struggle down so deep   A weight that I can't even see myself   It's just another birthday   I'm still drippin' wet   I trade my mother's ocean   For a nightmare's clammy residue   Sweat on top of sweat   The candles find the details   Daylight never sees inside my room   Hangin' by a thread of my own hair   A single thread of my despair   I stand impaled by it   To this small plot of ground; I fully know   I know it dangles there   This sharpened edge slowly turns; I said I'd wait   I'll wait beneath the karma hangin' overhead   There's a dark-haired, fair-skinned gypsy   Hiding sadness in a half-smile   'Cross the table turning pages; deciphering my fate   She claims I was an old soul   In a body born to find a way to leave   From this world of fading flavor   Grown impatient with illusion   And I indulge myself   Wallow in the safety of her eyes; brown eyes   We both know where this leads   Why give it voice?   Why make her lie?   So I just choose to keep my questions to myself   Gone away; I won't invite myself   Whatever's happening will happen   Why should I hope or fear?   Decayed old corpse; decoy life's harpies   So the boy can slip away and escape   The boy can slip away and escape   If I could read the child a story   Would she tell me one in turn?   So we both might drift away to gentle sleep   She'll wave goodbye to my devils   I'll say "Goodnight, moon"   Till angel fingers slowly, softly lower   These reluctant lids   Hand sinks down, down, down   In a trance-like prophecy; goodnight nobody   On an empty cryptic page; goodnight nobody   And there I am again   Impaled upon this small and empty page   But now I know who this "Nobody" is   And if this child can find me   So well hidden; has it fallen?   Am I already dead and risen?   Safe to walk away   Laugh at what I thought I was; smile at what I pray I am