In my eyes at night I cannot say I see nothing.
In my eyes at night, there are dreams but horrors shoved all in between.
In my eyes, no matter sunrise or sundown,
There is the uncertain reality of today mixed in with the heaviness of yesterday.

My mind said it's easy, it'll just all go away.
You'll look back and notice how boring it's become...
But nothing has lost its luster.
It's like bombs in my bedroom lighting up
Pushing the glass out my windows.
The thoughts or the memories.
Their hands and their iron grips.
My mouth will open but I have no strength
To scream.
Not because I am tired of trying, it's more like you're choking on too much air.
Not enough tongue to form the words.
What is that?

What is that?