Sit in the Moonlight and sew the torn World together Again

Dripping from your mouth like poison,

Seeping from the open wounds like gold. 

Shattered glass on the floor, like ice. 

Bloody knuckles, twisted limbs. 

Leaving behind empty ghosts every time you walk away,

Come dance with me under the dusty streetlights,

Come dance with me in the dead of night. 

You smell like death and jealousy,

Perhaps you should come to dance with me

So the smell wears away,

Perhaps you should cover that smell with perfume

So no one can smell what you really are. 

Crawl for the light, 

Before the darkness is too thick to escape,

Or perhaps you want to stay?

Perhaps the darkness is the only thing that keeps you alive?

Perhaps you want to drown in darkness?

Is that what it is?

Look at this mess that you and I have created,

Shall we sit in the moonlight and sew the torn world together

again?

Shall we walk through the rainstorms collecting your tears?

We are all just puppets, 

Hanging limply from our strings,

Swaying softly in the midnight breeze.

We are all just painters,

Trying to paint some color 

Into our empty souls,

But it only fades away,

Before we can even finish. 

What is it that you want?

The lies dripping from your mouth like poison,

We walk through the darkness,

We walk away through the rainstorms,

Holding ragged puppets,

And paintbrushes. 

What is it that you want?