Lonesome Clown

I don't deny

You won't forget

You wonder why

I don't regret

My mental space

Is just a tomb

Wrapped with lace

And thoughts of doom

I entered your mind

And your flesh

And filled your lungs with toxic air

But is it fair to run?

A face that you should

Never see

Was hidden

Both from you and me

I swear I've tried

To burn this corpse but

Death Is Just a feeling

That you're never coming back

It's just a bloated heart

And an empty bed

A room that's full of cries

And screams that drive me mad

If death is just a feeling

Then I am surely dead

My eyes grow dim

When the night comes down

I wear the mask of

A lonesome clown

I lost my crown

And now I am no one

I didn't know it would be late

I thought you'd stay

I hoped you'd wait

The dream is short

My sins still grab

Me by the throat, and

Death Is Just a feeling

That you're never coming back

It's just a bloated heart

And an empty bed

A room that's full of cries

And screams that drive me mad

If death is just a feeling

Then I am surely dead

In your mind

I am a beast, too wild to tame

And you'll cry

When the wind cries my name

I ask you forgiveness

I know you can hear this

I try to smile

But the wounds forever bleed

Down the aisle

I burned the books, denied the creed

I ask you forgiveness

I know you can hear this

Take my hand

Make me dream

Tell me it's not what it seems

Wake me up

Let me in

Empty this heart of the sins

I beg you forgiveness

I know you can hear this

Death Is Just a feeling

That you're never coming back

It's just a bloated heart

And an empty bed

A room that's full of cries

And screams that drive me mad

If death is just a feeling

Then I am surely dead

If I were you I would have run away

And if I were me I would have followed you

But as days slipped through the fabrics of my existence

I came to realize that I was no-one

That everything I know of is an illusion

That I myself am a projection of hundreds of tiny thoughts

That came together by the coincidence of tragedy

That night, I took a pill for every thought

Spilled ink over every little corner of the life

I thought I'd lived

I closed my eyes

Felt the pills invading my veins

Felt the ink filling my lungs

My nerves started to give in

As my sobriety broke down into darkness

The tiny rays of light that danced along the bed sheets

The next day were the alarming revelation

That death is just a feeling

And that what I killed last night wasn't my flesh

But my connection to the surreal skies

I roamed in since the creation of the universe

I was already dead when you touched my face

Death is just a feeling