In This Papers White

Caught in the sight of this papers white

I pull back the pen as I press the needle under my skin

Looking for some love hidden beneath this sin

Painted memories etched in this vein

Moments of misery left in this name

P.A.I.N. spells this pain

So I'm running from everything including this life

Since I'm to cowardly most nights to end it with this knife

Missing all those times I wasn't meant to keep

Except in this place where I'm left to dream

The only moment when I'm able to see

The horizon where I'd like to be

Lost in those eyes always looking back at me

From the stain on this window pane

My glass shame

A poets insight on the insane

Caught once again in the sight of this papers white