Where do you go when you go crazy.
Into the light, or is it the dark where you scarcely know me.
I can watch the shadows dance with the flames.
I can see the leopard pounce and the shedding of all the skin.
I can see the candle wax drip and curl, but I am still alone waiting for the world to end.
In the distance between your ears lies the deepest discovery of all.
But it's muddled in the ways it shines through, like pale skin, indecently exposed under the shock of broken cloth.
Come back to us from never land.
Come back to us and sing.
We will never live forever when the world cries with our ending.
