My world of heartache and tears
The floor here is a sloshy mess
From the tears that wouldn't dry
But somehow the floor is glitter pretty
Oh, that's just my razorblade collection
They litter the floor beneath the tears
Like pebbles at the bottom of a stream
If you look close
you can still see the memories of love
staining their shiny surfaces
That's nice
(sigh)...
Look closely
There in the corner
Can you see them?
The intricate little spider webs
That are draped
in all the corners
Those are the lies I spun
I saved them to show you
Are you thirsty?
There's some strange tasting punch over there.
Its called
Mixed Feelings
I made it myself
You might like it
Most don't
It's an acquired taste anyway
Have you looked up yet?
See the pretty coloured shards of stained glass
That hang from the ceiling by threads
I bet you recognize those, don't you?
That's what happened to my heart
When all those feelings of mistrust and betrayal
Were thrown in anger and resentment.
I hung
them up for you to see
Shhh... Tiptoe
Don't speak too loud
They might
fall
and make you bleed
(Isn't it exciting!)
I bet you think I'm twisted
Don't you?
That's ok though.
You know what they say,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And I find pain pretty
Is that hopeless?
Or maybe I'm hot
The paint on my face that's smeared on in layers
Makes me someone different for every occasion
And this is the occasion where I'm whoever you want me to be
Aren't you proud of yourself?
