It’s not making sense.
Open your eyes.
Look into mine.
That’s where we go when we die.
Wake me up from this trance.
I swear I’ve tried many times.
I’ve tried to explain.
But I simply can’t recoup.
I need you more.
But I can’t admit the severity.
My insecurity rules with impunity.
So I’m in a empty room.
Hoping for miracles.
Angel come down from the sky.
Swing your mighty lance.
And mend what’s broken.
Fill in the cracks.
And give the answers.