• I'm not as broken as I seem.
    I cover my wounds
    And still let them bleed.
    It's three AM
    And I'm never so alive as now
    When my mind unravels into waking dreams
    While sleep escapes
    These hazel eyes,
    And I'm all black skies,
    All black skies.
    And sometimes my art
    Gets out of hand,
    While my mind travels
    These
    Painted
    Dream scape
    Lands.
    And nightmares prevail into waking minds!
    Viva la muerto!