Her laughter and smile still taunts me
So warm and bright
I still hear her footsteps, wanting to flee
Trying to flee, into the broad of daylight.

I sometimes think i see her, still there
I can’t tell if it’s a reflection with red
Because if i glare,
I remember that i’m staring at imperfection with dread.

“It’s alright, i’ll come back soon”
She would say with a warm smile.
I don’t believe her, it was already June
Come back, it has been a while.

“You’ll see me, but i can’t promise i will be okay.”
Those were her promises that she made before going towards the light
I pray and pray
But she didn’t give a sign of life.

Pure red, like a healthy child has
It flows with a breath and nutrients
But with a flash
Her flow breaks out of its placement

Oh what i would give
To open my mouth
Let my vocals take control
And my brain to relax

Oh what i would give
To lay in a cloud’s lap
Clench my fingertips into its soft flesh
And let my tongue be muffled by its gentleness

I’d let the water do its job
Blur my eyes as they roll down my pupils
Piling in front of my eyeballs
And getting the sockets moist and stung

I’d let my heart run
Run until it stops
Run until it hits
Run until it hurts

I’d let my fist work
Work on the red
Work on the flesh
Work on the heart

I’d let my mouth spill
Spill its tales
Spill its secrets
Spill its problems

And yet
At the end of the day,
No one would care
No one would see

Everyone will look
Everyone will assume
Everyone will judge
Everyone will talk

It’s not good
Yet i can’t control
Yet i can’t stop
Yet i can’t see eye to eye

“Words can pierce through a heart” they say
How many people listen to that?
They’d still do it anyway,
Despite the thick consequences that will pour

Stupid! Stupid little thing! Useless and good for nothing!
Sounds like a broken radio, doesn’t it?
Oh how so easy these spells slip out
Hanging the self confidence one -could- have

Jokes, jokes, i said it as a joke!
Sorry, sorry, i said it in anger!
No worries, i’d forgive you again and again
Again and again and again

Till the time comes
Where the hot droplets blur the sight
And where the mind’s health shuts
And where the words make their way through the stringy vessels

It would be too late
Until the spell has been lifted
Off your eyes
Off your mind

And most importantly,
Off where the poor latter had jumped