Palpitations in Love

Grey puddle

Curl up in a defensive shell of hilarity
Say it's ok but we're steadily losing sanity
Prospects of a loved ones demise & anxiety
A looming verdict hangs on the mailbox
Who could predict the paint would go soft
Running down the canvas & walls of the loft
Grey reminders of what used to hang here
Chipped & cracked under the scrutiny of the summer sun
Melting to the floor & becoming one
One large fucking mess of shallow subjective renderings of the past & the rest
Cut myself on the jagged frames left hanging
Adding a splash of life to the decaying