Sins
The tiniest piece of paper
Can change a lifetime
Too many chemi-kills
I'd rather not list them all
Hell, I don't even know them all
Sand ... Ack! Sand
Skulls of sand
Aging decades in a few minutes
Perfectly formed
Eradicating to dust (ask! sand)
A car ride (that was a car?)
Where are we?
A friend's house, somewhere safe
Too bad I'm already gone
The simplest thoughts leave
A huge void when they disappear
Please tell the trees
To stop waving at me
So here I am, here I was
A lunatic to everyone by myself
I talk to myself to keep me here
Too bad I'm already gone
I've returned before
And I will again
But will I be completely whole
Or will part of me still be gone?
I want off this
Please shut the ride down, sir
I'm not having fun anymore
I'm not myself anymore
But how can I be myself
When I'm too far-gone?
It’s strange
You can totally lose yourself
By gaining
The tiniest piece of paper