Scatter Brained.

I wouldn't say that I could see straight through you. You're pretty damn invisible. The vulgarity in your presence, the ignorance of what you've given yourself, "bliss".

You're a joke, to us all. These obstacles are well deceased. Your mind will never amount to that of a human being. Your soul is blank and waiting for an excuse.

These weights are being balanced. These thoughts have been calculated. You have been measured along with myself.

This is all I have to hold on to. This is all I want.

You're shoving morals down my throat, injecting beliefs into my veins. My blood is clotted, and I'm choking on her air.

The diamonds aren't bright enough anymore. I'm dying for someone to overcome my thinking process.

How long have you been planning this? The night that you ripped open your eyes. You fill your brain with smoke. You look beyond the things you've brought us, the words you kept in glass bottles, the promises you put inside my pillows.

So the windows take the bombs, and the glass is under my bed.

I tasted gunpowder on the tip of my words. I screamed away the dust and whispered the fires.

I'll trace my footsteps in the sand. I'll trace your battle wounds with my hand.

I'll fall from the sky and into the sea, settle for something, but it can not be me.