Isnt It funny?
How it ends up like this
Loved but not truly
Care and pitty intermingle
Your eyes meet but it is just a glance
Your hands touch
slightly now
But then you are quickly let go of
You change
Shifting like clay under the hands of hate and distaste
you feel everytime you dare glance in the mirror
And though something more desireable has been created
they still glance judgementally beyond the art
Straight into your eyes
And they toss it down
upon the floor
until it shatters
and nothing is left but peices
Come and kneel amoung the glass
Shattered remaints of happy memories
bits a peices of resolve and love
Let the pain lick your skin
and your blood saturate the ground
as you stumble stupidly trying to recover what can not be recovered
Trying to fix what so many others have smashed and deformed
Until it is no longer reconizable
Stagger down the road
clutching to your chest
As many peices as you can
Though your efforts are in vain
As you foolishly try to salvage what can no longer be fixed
And maybe if you walk far enough
And your feet bleed as your legs collapse upon each other
You will reach that beautiful end
In which you can finally see the glimmering light
Promises of happiness
brighter days
loving arms
tender smiles
Yes.....
crawl on your stomach like the broken beast you are
Drag yourself through the poisonous promises
Endure the deafening lies
Pull your torn body
past the corpses of those who failed before you
Until your nails bleed and rip from your fingers
leaving traces of your fading soul behind
And as you reach for the light,
Its soft glow so close
It warms the cold empty shell in your chest,
You crumble upon the floor
For you have come the closest to the door
For you are the closest corpse
