So this is what it's like,
To tumble down again,
When the bricks turn out
To be cracked glass
That has shattered
Under the weight
Of secrets and lies.
To be perched precariously,
On a broken branch
With a broken wing,
When the twig snaps,
Along with your sanity;
You jump and flail,
Reaching out grabbing
At thin air and mercury.
All for nought as you
Crash onto the gravel
Half your face buried
In stones and crevices,
Fully soaked with blood.
The other half remains;
Flawless and unblemished
As if nothing had ever happened.
As if the castle of cards
You built brick by brick
Didn't tumble down
Like it was stuck in a tempest
Like a tornado of hurt
And broken trust and sand
Swirling round and round
In dizzying,bright circles
Blinding and confusing you
If the world always shone
Like a fluorescent lamp
At pitch blackness
Luring people like a siren
Wailing sounds disguised
With joyous laughs.
Another 2am personality
Got the upper hand
And you succumbed and
Let it rule and reign chaos.
Under the light of darkness,
You close your eyes;
And let it pierce through
Closed eyelids and closed hearts,
Wondering where it all went wrong.
