Someday Bleed

Waking each morning,
there’s an empty place I know,
a secret longing reaching for my soul.

I don’t know what happened
to the person I used to be.
Somewhere in this maze
I lost touch with me.
And I bleed.

A grand facade,
a personal masquerade.
Please let me break through,
let this reflection fade.

Lost in the catacombs,
the depths of the past,
a soul without a home,
my spirit fading fast.
I bleed just to know I live.

Someday I’ll discover who I am.
Someday I’ll stop pretending.
Someday I’ll learn to live again.

There’s a shadow in the catacombs,
a phantom in the cold recesses,
something deep inside that no one knows,
a store of memories and stresses.

There’s a facade that covers me,
a disguise for the masses,
the hardened shell I show
growing brittle as time passes.

Walk along the sharpened glass
and feel the pain within,
a torn vision of it all.
Let the flow begin.

I bleed in dreams and memories,
I bleed for future days,
I bleed like anyone you see,
I bleed despite my ways.

An irony now shadows me —
you cannot draw blood from stone.
Confusion rises, washes over me,
it contradicts all I’ve known.

I bleed and it confuses me,
I bleed yet I’m the stone.
I feel the pain and lock it away
and maintain the stoniness you need.
And when the shadows pass my grave
I don’t know how I bleed.