Through Me
A reality so realistic:
I can touch it, taste it.
I've made a deal with the devil
And it's torn me to pieces.
A sick, beautiful sense in which I revel,
Welcoming a reality in the stars.
No matter how distant,
I feel your pain coming through me.
What you see is what you get.
Nothing but a frigid pile of scars.
Behind closed doors
I tried to make things right.
Can't seem to forget everything
That cuts right through me
I'm blinded by these shadows and voices
Stricken by all my unacceptable choices
Caught between the bridges I burn and divide
Through me, I'll let you fly away and hide.