Open your arms to me, this dream is cold. They've been
looking at me again, with their wicked eyes, so I ran to
you. Sharing your warmth, hoping we could bleed
together...but I'm the only one with the injured soul. When
you looked at my eyes, did you see it? Did you see it eating
me from the inside? The cancer, leaving but a shell of a
man.  
Open yourself, I'll climb back into the whom. Distance
myself from the cold, from their piercing eyes, from the
world. I'll say a thousand prayers just to die every night.
If I close my eyes, I'll be alone, its not my time to wonder
why. This is all my fault, the world I dared to imagine but
feared to accept.
Now everything is grey. Look at me again. I may look back at
you, I may even shake your hand...but I'm simply not there.
I did the best I could, but never failed to fail. If only I
were more like you, warm, content, pure, but it always hurt
to look inside myself again & be disgusted. All these years
I've stood aside have taken their toll.
Now I see how quickly the horizon swallows the sun. How the
moon waits idle in anticipation. These are the twisted
thoughts that spin around my head. Open your arms to me, now
its feeding time, now you bleed with me. I'll make sure of
it. Take the color from your world to fill the emptiness in
me. Don't you dare forgive me, for your suffering ends here,
and I will feed again