Breeze is blowing
Through my bedroom window
As I sleep
Cooling of the sweat drops
On my skin
Mixing with the air
Inside this shady dark space
Mixed with gasoline
From the Subconsciousness
This is war
I'm on my own
Can't just sit and wait
For the sun
To shed it's light
Half empty Coffees mugs
Filled with amounts
Of growing mold
The rusty door knob
Won't spin open too
There is something
Inside my head
But I can't tell
What it is
And how it works
This is war
I'm on my own
Can't just sit and wait
For the sun to shed it's light
Light inside my home
Right into my soul
Carry me to shore