Confessions From A Balcony

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The powder from the guns

Raises to the sky

Gets in blood by my gums

Answers all your whys


And I will never hide again

You'll see my face of pain

Everything was just so perfect

Before I hit the ground


Sometimes I just get so much into myself

That I see things you never could

My thinking goes too fast

I need to break a glass


I'm in a ballroom I need to escape

But nowhere feels safe

And this ballgown is making me go under

And my mind is so asunder


My eyes are TV screens

Pictures flashing very quick

Like lungs flooded with neurotoxin

I'll hold my hand up, everything in my fist


I should be a queen of blood in a white dress

With a silver sword command my army of undead

In my palace of pearls

And in my tower of ivory

I'm a war savvy, revenge is savory


All of that silverware

Tried to make me less hyperaware

As I laid unconsciously in its lair

In a net was caught all my hair

And in dream screaming curses and "not fair"


And finally at night

I found my place and peace

Sleeping on the branches over the cliff

Slithering and snuggling up the still living paper

Like the snake you locked out of Eden



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