dust untouched

Party

My demons want to celebrate

for I cannot cry all my tears yet,

pop one balloon for every drop

and for a second your heart would choose to stop.

Come on, come in, everyone is welcome

especially for a party in my head.

But just make sure you have a way out

because I can get lost here too. 

Hide my heart in wrapping paper

and finish it all off with a bow,

leave it to them as a gift

and they'll rip it and leave it as a rift.

With every party, there's always a song

before the candle is blown out.

They sing their whispers to my ear

before they take the light and make the dark. 

They control my soul and made it like cake

and took pieces for their own;

and as I'm left with crumbs and bowls

maybe I'll never be back whole. 

With every party, the day must end

and we must go to our ways.

Before I went to sleep that night

they told me

"It wasn't a bad party, after all."