Broken on the inside. Bleeding out your eyes. Blinding all direction.    Stripped away and stole your sense of pride. No one's listening.   Can you hear me? One breathe from a whisper. One spark from a fire.   Trapped here in denial.      Pour salt in your eyes to rid this curse of visual fear and blinded hope.   The Midnight Sky.   Pour salt in your eyes to cleanse these thoughts, to rid these tears,   and see things clear forever.      Shattered from the punchline. Absorbing all the light.   Forcing your confession.   Can you see me? One foot on the ceiling, insides out and bleeding.   Can you stop this feeling?      Stand there slowly draining me   Your words have turned your back on me   Cut down to size. Open your eyes.