The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Eyeliner

Simply meticulous, impulsive,

Subconscious acts of a pretend 'okay'

A perfect curve fit to a circle of color

A color made of broken glass from a ricochet.

Welcome to wonderland!

Or quite honestly,

An empty castle.

Ink slips between the cracks of skin

Mindless, thoughtless words

A piece of fabric tucking it away

Tucking away a million things to be heard.

Hang your mask by the fire

At least for while your here

These walls lost their eyes years ago anyway.

Left by an anxious heart beat

All the rain still to dry

The heat warms, but it's still cold

It's still cold and two halves still split the sky.

Gray and blue,

If you decide to stay

Maybe one color will have a little more than half.

Inside this theatre of tricks

Applaud and a crowd of a mirror's shards

This castle of crayon paintings

Behind a circle of color, a circle of tumbling cards.

-Victoria xX