Girl, just turn the page
He never was into you
All he did was criticize
And broke your poor heart in two
It was nothing but a facade
A masquerade at that
Do not drown in sorrow
Move forward and get back on track

Some days no words worthwhile wasteland
of a page before me barely
will to carry on weather
report mental fog emotions
on the ebb the moving
finger writes not so much
wit unawake more
pathos less
piety bereft
of self empty
vessel

Sharp edges as glass cracks
and eyes looking back through the prisms of jigsaw shards
where clowns laugh through the madness of tormented lips

Lulu sips her champagne
she's seen it all and it's all the same

broken and reset only to get broken
but now she's smoking'


crystal cuts through paper trails
and sails into the night
watched until she's out of sight
and then forgotten

Rock me with that uppercut
to get ****** upon a kiss
and your magic is the poison
I will miss.

It's all a game of Cluedo,
we have to find who's done
the deed
and we die before we lead the
next parade.

I bought myself a pair of wings
and convinced myself that I was now able to fly,
so I jumped off the tallest limit I've had set
in the first couple of seconds,
I felt free, in control and weightless
but then the weight of reality fell on me
and I was left on the ground
with a broken mind.