these lights...this city

under their waves my mind begins to drift away

such malice...beneath beauty

would send anyone looking for a safer place

like home...am i alone

if i break is there somewhere i can be whole again

is there a safe haven

somewhere to heal from the assisted self-inflicted pain

from my failures

because something's dying

down inside of me

can't shake this...this feeling

sickle stares that believe they reach the heart of me

an insistance and persistance

of sifting through until they find the deepest darkest deeds

in this home...sweet home

i sleep with one eye open and hide from the day

inspected...dissected

laid open for the triggermen to fire away

at my failures

something's dying

down inside of me

is this feeling

is this real

well, it must be something

from nothing...nothing comes

i've seen in dark places

small flames cutting through where there were none before

so simple...so precious

but still small, still open, still vulnerable

and this home...away from home

this shelter from the everpresent enemy

has kept score...and closed doors

brightest fires kept inside close and comfortable

from the failure

but the fire is dying

down inside of me

with all my failures

something's dying

down inside of me