If hope was a lullaby

The only holy water I know are the tears that stream down my face every morning,

And the only safe place I’ll go is the vacant void that fills my mind - a galaxy of paintings.

And still I have shortness of breath,

Never truly knowing where to go.

And still I pray until my own death,

That one day I’ll have the confidence to grow,

From pain,

From pleasure,

And from heresy,

From Dawn until Dusk I dream a tragedy.

That if hope was a lullaby,

I’d sing that song every day,

And that if love was a butterfly,

Sometimes it has to fly away…