This brain of mine is a fragile thing, held together with a straying string
It leaves my body most nights, diving deep in the dark sea of frights
It swims along shipwrecks of loss and pointless dreams, drowning in screams
While I stand on shore, lost, alone, without a piece of me so core.
This heart of mine is a broken wing, at night I rip it out and swing
As I see it within my sights, I con...