Candles at 3AM

[Verse 1]
Paradoxical and oxymoronical, adjust my monocle
Stop and go through vestibules of my chronicle
Honest though I'm writing my entire heart down
Combining and mashing syllables and words to new compounds
It'll start now and wow as I lay down my verbs and nouns
Astound as the crowd crowds the stage as I talk around
The truth and make the ugly into something suitable
This is going past just some beautiful musical
Omnipresent author that writes the decisions
Precision with the pen like the scalpel's incision
Leave haikus for you at your grave and tombstone
Inscribe the groans against the air with a melancholy tone
And instead of a rose, I'll leave you a prose
Letters and words make up my being from top to toes
Trapped in a cage but I can deal with my curse
Come here and I'll show you how to compose a hearse

[CHORUS]
Sit down here and pick up the pen
Write me out until I meet the bloodiest end
Sit down here and build me a verse
Shed every cell and let the poems just burst

Sit down here and let the quill dance
Create for me the most tragic of romance
Sit down here and read the many stories
I'll never ever fit in just one category

[Verse 2]
Trials and tribulations, different tasks every day
Whatever happened to work hard to play?
They did say that things would get easier and harder
Difficult to make a difference unless you're a martyr
Work smarter or do it with more blood, sweat and tears?
Ghosts leave on my window of consciousness too many smears
So I wipe them off with my notepad and blade
Remember to forget and I look back on what's made
Make it uncomfortable for the listeners to read
Make it confusing for the watchers to hear, indeed
I've written my epitaph in the lines of these songs
Etched my bones with all of what's left and wrong
They tell me bloody write, so I jot with all my strength
Crimson in the horizon of my pages in red paint
With this weapon, I'm anything I can imagine to be
At the end of the day, I'm thinking "Who, me?"

[CHORUS]

Sit down here and pick up the pen
Write me out until I meet the bloodiest end
Sit down here and build me a verse
Shed every cell and let the poems just burst

Sit down here and let the quill dance
Create for me the most tragic of romance
Sit down here and read the many stories
I'll never ever fit in just one category