Falling
Through scars
Torn
Bleeding
I want to look smart
What is there but hatred?
Is this a form of torture, some kind of self torture
Or some sick joke?
I'm looking for a way out but with every exit sign there is disdain
I have told myself numbness is the route
But there is no such thing as a straight kind anymore
If I told you about the truth that I found
I would find the jokes in your pun-less laughter
Don't laugh when the half of it isn't something you will ever comprehend
That smile where you nod your head, I'm sorry but it doesn't quite suit your look
I'm not building up anger, I'm only organising thoughts
But of course you might find millions of different coherent thoughts
To make sense of my own.
Leave me now to the door
Before you also end up falling through the floor
Is there any more?
I'm dying of a sickness you can't make out
I clouded it with sprinkles and glitter and put you all to the test but you failed
I gave you the chance you were seeking and you couldn't make it so now? Don't bother
The Walls return and numbness great. I laugh a sweet laugh
But there is only little you may comprehend
Inside boils a cauldron of mystery
The ingredients long forgotten
Don't beat me for the truth -
It is lost in the grey
Endless fields of grey and shimmering White trees
Take me away through the green belted road
To the purple tinted city of marshmallows
Dreams, we have them all;
I ask, did you keep yours?
