And “I will leave the light on...”
Boring thoughts I had, hmm, the
Cyclones in my mind, I felt like
Drowning in the ocean of flames
Every time I play it, I pray harder
For it to never come back—the evil
Grown and nourished by my fear—
Hollow chest with a rolling stone.
It reminds me of the horror scenes;
Just the way I used to sleep in tears,
Kissing pillow and punching sheets
Loudly screaming, begging for help;
Muttering the prayers, I was in pain
No one could save me except him,
Oh lord who left the light on and
Paved my way back home, oh lord!
Quick death was all I craved, hush
Robbed from my pals, I served woe
Searching for a darker place to hide
The scars, smoky smell and red eyes
Until I divorced my bliss, embracing
Violence of myself, vices, and drugs
Well, “I will leave a light on,” I pray.
X-treme angst and those harsh voices
Yelling in my head are gone, and this
Zeal for loneliness is but out of my life.