I never left the sink on,/

But I might've left the shower all the way if I needed something to think on,/

Liberation came in the form of her absences. /

Liberation came in from her absences.../

 

The winter's coming had only seemed to mock me as the;/

Smiles tripped, flipped, and tricked into the plain. /

Plain as day when the monotony sucks you into the motions./

The winds whips cause my tears to be runaway slaves. /

I force my blood to not clot but run away as the pulse forces it into the pits and cages that I am./

 

Rages against the machine that I am. /

Ages turn those tears into kamikaze mirrors because I see myself falling.  /

Crossing the roads and burning the bridges./

Ink spills of the page but drips off the ridges. /

That's a double standard, /

But the standards are half as what they should be./

100 percent of time she isn't there. /

And that there is the problem,/

The problem that's lurking,/

Like behind you was your shadow,/

But your shadow isn't the only thing dark in yourself. /