ah, a blue horizon, so distant, yet here in my face,

glowing gently in an empty night in which within

i'd prayed to the heavens i'd never see the stars again

yet here they are staring into me like a thousand eyes,

ripping warmth into my skin which rips my throat out,

seafoam flooding from my eyes and through my skin,

dying me blue purple green red blue purple green red--

who am i to feel again? who are you to make me?

who am i to feel again, when i know you'll just break me?

a blinding blue horizon--burning, blaring in my head--

briefly, your hand brushes mine, filling my mind with dread

a false shelter opening its arms to me, a smile on its face,

and what of my past? am i simply supposed to erase

the spirals arcing in my head with no hope left to find?

the worthless echoes drive me mad and call me all but blind--

for that silent smile suits you, in your deep yet gentle sleep

too late to drag me from the quicksand, as i'm early-in too deep

surely you know you're taunting me with that unyielding gaze

i've driven up a wall in fear at your merciless praise

my face, oh how it flushes at the simple thought of you,

i've nowhere else to run away and i'm unsure what to do

i'd rather die than condemn you now, yet i'd rather die than not,

i thought i'd been freed long ago but yet again i'm caught,

in a web of thoughts and feelings that simply will not leave me be

i still find myself drowning in a deep and dreadful sea

if this is how i finally die then i hand the gun to you

shoot your shot straight through my fucking head so i'll finally be through