Sixty-Nine Skate Floors Up

Write my name on the walls,
just to make myself known,
driven mad with guilt and pained responsibilities,
don't turn this light off yet,
I still have a situation at hand,
go let my thoughts stalk someone else's mind,
cursing is just another way to shield myself inside,
if I say sorry will you truly forgive me,
even if it wasn't my fault,
black painted nails can't hide the fears I have inside,
we all need someone, anyone, to have the support to lean on,
get the pills started back up and aboard this damn rollercoaster we call life,
it's all a circus coming to life,
the clowns are dancing and the ringmaster is cursing,
get the administration,
at least they know what they're doing,
my vision seeing red streaked with black,
noises filling my head,
overloading,
and dreams leaving me good as dead,
giving in,
suicide is just another way to say you're through with it all,
giving up practically screaming from your soul,
just rhymes beyond rhymes,
telling this life in the most dramatic life style.

Promises stretched and ripped apart,
pick at the scab and tear it off,
pain,
is that the right word to describe your exhilaration,
the sky bringing hope the yesterdays destroyed,
ear infected words forming over the newly picked scabs,
children placing their fears in their mother's hands,
I think it might have all gone to hell,
clear the sheet and make a list,
anything to make you remember,
slur the rhythm the best you can,
the not so damsel in distress yelling for her not so herorric price,
hear for the sirens in the distance and get your guns,
and start up the floors.

In the darkness every thing's so much louder and true,
ignoring the coloring out there,
it's the greatest disguise,
vibrations on the floor sending me back,
have you ever realized that you heart beats faster when the blood starts to flow,
let the fake cuts our out of me,
wishing for wishes you know will never come true,
but all the same,
bitches all out there ain't got shit on this.