I drove to the park to feel something that I'm not
I drank some more to see if I could drive
Awake to the sound of hushed laughter
A morning sun shines through your back door
I'm so close, but it's useless
There was never an end
I ran faster, just to see
If I could be something more
Off the track, past the trees
A quick silence, a gentle sleep
I played games at your house
Purple stains were on your mouth
The faces on your wall stared back at me
A wooden mask, empty
I put one on, wondering
If I could be less like me
A dusty book, opened slow
I'll rip out all the pages to cover the eyes
I slowed down, thinking
That I would see something more
There was nothing but the past
Painting pictures that wouldn't last