Everyone thinks I have it all
When all I have, are castle walls
But what would happen if I fall?
These cold indifferent protocols
Bid soundless screams inside the wall,
The echoes sounded from the fall
As life steers close and yet so far.
These chandeliers: they'll never glow
Like hearts pour out when kindness flows
If only gems could find a way
to talk and help me smile again
To raze this deranging place.
If only I could go and find
The world that's on the other side.
I pound and pound and pound,
To meet his silver paid response,
a butler's nonchalance
As all my voice is drowned.
Misdeeds have been ensconced.
Another guest one must embrace
Another guest I can deface
If ever they incur my beast
None can see me as I am,
Begemmed by antebellum smiles
that seem to say
"Please scorn and greet this shallow face!
Forged smiles and jewels like nails and hair:
My guests are blessed to love and see
the beauty in their shams
It's hard to see a living life
when all I know are waxen dolls
With blank expressions on their face
A doll with ease I'll break,
When hiding in a shadow's peace,
A knife can smoothly quiesce
Whoever said this silver hell
Is all I need to grow up well.
Books hide my knowing eyes.
Silk covers well these satin lies
Writer's Note: Yeah, I know these don't fit a proper pattern or rhyme scheme ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I mostly do it for the kicks of the last stanzas.
