(C)RAVINGS

I craved for this razor once but it didn't cut me.Friendless,speechless,face down on the floor.Alive or not.See the world through a headache,like a broken mirror like a
distorted image and ...Silence.No one found out.Crazy or not.Reality bites,who taught you this?
Wearing masks,pale like Death himself,cold as northern stars,burying the same people every night.Carrying corpses,that burden again,they can't, they won't,they're not dead,I know,I'm tired of this,it wasn't me though.
  Wake up again,forget about it all!
Sharing kisses,awake or not,they're poisonous,they burn,didn't you know?And then painting on a white canvas,wearing a white sheet-no ghosts allowed-you faint, you fall,dizziness.
Give me the razor that doesn't cut,too good for them,too bad for me,what is it,darling,you want me to beg?
Tears turned into ice.Paranoia or not?Dusk or dawn,withered sun,black round moon,bright clouds,I'll flow with you...
  Kiss me,love,you might be cold but I'm even colder!Soaking wet,floating in midair,ragged red dress,my gratitude is pouring...