Shout the nasty colors
of unpainted memories
Pull out the nails
attached so deep
Cleanse them with tears
fetched from the eyes
Isn't it peaceful
when wounded holes make us feel so alive?
Wind in the air
Cuddling your hair
The moon made way for the sun to rise
Prevent yourself from making a scene
in the chatroom grounds
Make up new names, start switching between your accounts
Cover your ears
with your lofty pride
Isn't it fulfilling
when aching burns make us feel so alive?
Fire on your back
Big piles of stacks
Just bottle it inside
I knock, I bang, I smile, I cry
I'm snoring at night but I can testify
I find myself holding again the sharpest knife
I knock, I bang, I laugh, I cry
Don't know which choice I should incline to living this hell for the rest of my life
So I shout the nasty colors
of the unpainted memories
Pull out all the nails
attached so deep
Cleanse them with tears
fetched from the eyes
Isn't it peaceful
when wounded holes make us feel so alive?
Prevent myself from making a scene
in the chatroom grounds
Make up new names, start switching between my accounts
Cover my ears
with my lofty pride
Isn't it fulfilling
when aching burns make us feel so alive?
Wind in the air
cuddling my hair
The moon made way for the sun to rise
Fire on my back
Big piles of stacks
I will always bottle this inside
I knock, I bang, I smile, I cry
I knock, I bang, I laugh, I cry
What a perfectly balanced way
to be alive
- theptwelve
July 7, 2020
