I’ll live my life through this cable.
Carry this world’s electricity and die in the process.
Oh we all are martyrs,
But how many of us actually fill that definition?
To die for a cause that we only dreamt up.
Wouldn't that only make us victims of self induced death?
Coat those tarnished walls with your blood my love.
It will lighten the mood of these past months.

Days have not tasted the sweet emotion of tears in so long.
They may not be mine,
But in some way I will have caused them.
Dark rooms filled with coal red glows.
Soft tunes played on string less guitars .
Sewn shut mouths that mutter “I love yous.”
Its all the same scenery as it was before.
But I ask myself when did time rewind?
When did this pendulum begin another great descend?
I must have been sedated to not remember the rise.
The again I don’t feel anything anymore.
Yes that's it, my emotionless dreams.
They always seem to blend into reality.
I no longer care what's true.
If I can see it, it’s there.
Fiction always seemed so real at night.

I burn in my sleep.
Wake up coughing on imaginary smoke.
They were so warm,
So comforting.
I'll stay in them forever,
Each time I dream.
Each time I escape reality.
But now Im contradicting myself.
Where can one draw the line between dreams and reality?
What if this is a dream?

Come sunrise I’ll never know.
I forget everything.
Good thing I wrote this down.
But what if this is indeed a dream?
Will these words still whisper to the reborn sun?
Will I still exist or have I even being living this whole time?