Lillies and Ghosts

Twelve Sixteen

Twelve sixteen.

I am made,

Of lithium batteries,

Why are they all mad at me?

Is it my sanity?

I can't provide,

The calamity that they so desire.

The passion and fire,

Accusations from a liar.

They want the, 

very things you did crave.

Twelve sixteen,

I am made,

Of colors and dust.

Prove to me your trust,

that you believe us,

I mean me.

I will rust,

I suppose,

In this thunderstorm.

Dew is pretty,

I am a broken machine.

Twelve sixteen,

I'd rather feel pain,

Than nothing at all.

I'd rather fall, fall,

Into the arms of your disastrous,

Lullabies.

For, when I am sad,

I will write those too.