Gray washed world Overexposed You can watch your own Comings and goings Moving silently through Never disturbing The monochrome Almost like You were never Even There

You shouldn’t play with fire and that’s all I am Just a blaze of emotions I still can’t control Left in careless hands destined to burn myself up

My eyes open, to the imagined. My eyes closed, to the real.   My ears open, to hallucinations. My ears closed, to your voice.   My mouth open, to ramblings. My mouth closed, to anything sensical.   My hand open, once to yours. My hand closed, now to yours.