Tired Voice.

Tired Voice

The white light of the great hall
this is where im healing
ive got this feeling
its not good
i am consumed again
death my only friend
i cant speak to you
if i could
i would
my lips dont want to work today
i paint
a star with a straw
on the table
made out of spilt water
it dont look right
its so loud
so loud
i dont know where to go
the only person
i can speak to is you
climbing through the window
to avoid the guard on the door
im stuck inside these walls
these walls
thinking about sleep
im dieing again
escape
i cant speak
ive got to go
then your there
on these steps
i sit
i dont know
what to do
plug myself in
to the electic
songs
music falling
on death
now the ghosts have gone
im glad that i didnt hurt you
by running away
even though i tried
i tried
i tried