These head wounds won't heal until we find home or somewhere closer than this.nCreations! The promise of a life alone,nwith no hope and no love,nIt's time for the nightmares to stop.nnWe paint the town black with the flags that our children will lay over coffins of ours.nWe paint the town blue with these eyes that watch you.nnPlease tear away these chains that keep our minds in line.nnThe gathered crowd creates a ghostly silhouette of quickly turning tables. They're softly spinning webs.nYou were caught cutting the net.nnWith these weapons you built, and motor skills instilled,nFrom these hospital beds, we'll find you.nMy eyes; the fractured hulls of the ships we've built to find you.nCreations! the promise of a life alone;nWe'll find you.nOur lives are twisted tails of textbook decent in dead black ink.nn(We are not so different, we are much the same, we are not so different now)