Baby, I.
I lost my mind.
You are my thoughts -
their troubadour. 
Inside my head,
it gets messy there
like something killed
my inner will.
(So I let go.)

And one day I will shine
like the stars do shine
upon this tomb
of the heart of mine/
I'll hide
the unwanted thoughts
and darkened fears of time.

One day I will rise
and realize,
I can shine like the stars of time.
The words/worlds outfight the lies
I have always hided and kept
inside my haunted head
(of death).

Baby, I.

Baby, I.

Someday I'll find.
A bouquet of hearts
and then you might.

Finally let go.

Finally let go.

(The world is full of promises
and tons of  them are undead inside).