Bloody Poetry

I guess it started when the lights went out
 and everybody started running round in circles tryin to figure it out
 I could feel it
 wedged in my ribs it felt freezin
 as my cold air blew out
 dance through the evening, paranormal
 slowly being called to the green
 where the ghosts gather nightly and sell the devil their dreams, i observe
 hails from the other side of the curb
 hold the concrete notepad
 scribble down my words in the limelight
 this is what it's like to bleed ink
 put your fingers in it paint me a picture of what you think
 make it beautiful and make it look like love
 make it hang from the heavens
 make it break my trust
 make it real
 make it dangerous
 make it out of the rust
 make it passionate and impossible to touch
 it's forever
 slowly resurrected from the dust
 when you understand its everything inside of you, its us.
 You're all I've ever known
 So to my sleep
 You always got me running home
 Count for the roses
 You're my blood and brittle bones, my soul and open throne
 You're all I know
 Ive spoke a whisper in the dark one night
 watch it take form in front of me and mimic my life
 it seemed natural specially watching its last breathe like poetry
 watch as it clung to its own chest with a smile
 made out of broken pieces of tile
 you can see the thoughts running chase em around for miles
 if you want it people say that old road is haunted
 if you travel on it long enough you'll never get off it
 you believe it cause everything is skewed when you see it
 then you process automatically think that you feel it
 and automatically sticks to the brain when the truth of it is standing outside playing cards in the rain
 you will never beat the game it plays
 you can only turn around and lick the blood from your own switchblade
 its forever slowly resurrected from the dust
 when you understand its everything inside of you, its us.