It's Covered

Burnt my dream, bit my soul,

soil my beauty, erased my goal.

Tough of me is staying quiet.

I can't say, I didn't start fresh,

Left bones, skin and flesh.

I don't dream.

Happy seem.

Stretched band-aids on those cuts,

tissues are soaked in blood.

And I'm still shut.

I live in a cold house with a golden ceiling,

under I never know.

Cause, right now I'm screaming.

You probably wont discover,

as it's done dying.