the lonely club

xix

i should not be your inspiration

i have a wretched soul

that is on the verge

of breaking but I'll be okay

eventually

2am nights call my name while

your smile diverts me from 

everything that I wish to be

you paint me as if I'm

some kind of masterpiece

but really im a black canvas of emptiness

you portray me as such idol but

im in the lowest of the low

you admire me like im

some technique that you

aspire to learn

but i am an unstable,

grief stricken,

riddle of your fancy