It Isn’t Merry To Go Around

I sleep, knee deep
For my world weeps unaware
I awake, in heart break 
For I see you aren’t there

Once in a blue moon
I see the sun shining 
I am lost in my past’s love
In a search of silver lining 

Tangerine toenails 
I have henna on my feet
I dance, in trance
As old shadows come to greet 

Do I dare, and I dare
To touch the liner of my eye
Wax in my flesh seeks
A flame to make me cry

And I cry, so I cry
Was it an ocean that once said
Remember the silence 
For words can be unmade

Blue lips, fingertips 
I grasp the rosary and pray
For life, that life 
Gives no lesson everyday 

I am cold, and I am told
All my thoughts are a lie
And my home is no home
I must roam, no goodbye 

I picture my own life 
And my face is a blur
Mutilated by soft fingernails
Covered in the fur

Should I if could I
Breathe and then awake
The armour on the inside 
Dreaming for daybreak

If so, I know
The brook would then flow
From the roots of my hair
Where dreams do not grow