art to the death of me
and it could be the death of me

you're not entitled to my time
because you ask for it
you can't **** my creativity dry
because you thirst for it...
I'm not a product on a shelf,
I'm not a diva over-involved with herself...
I'm an artist,
I'm an old soul,
and that alone can take its toll...
because I've got patience that is dwindling
surrounded by entitlement that is sickening
and how dare you assume I owe you anything
when there's details you're ******* missing
you don't know a thing about me
so you fill in the silence with your vanity
as if I choose to give you all of my energy
when you're the force that is stripping me
I owe you nothing
and never once asked you for an apology
because I know I'd never get it
I'm just trying to ******* forget it

the moon would kiss you goodnight
if you asked it to
and what I wouldn't do...
I could not list
& your energy is ******* crisp,
I like the way you say hey
while knowing it's not that special anyway
I'm in a shadow, you can't see it
I'm in a meadow, with out green tints
& I know you think I'm mental
you wanna take me out like a rental
...but, what can I say
I think you've got good taste
you wanna find inspiration you can't waste
but that **** doesn't come that easy
& I know you won't be able to recharge me

do you ever pick at your skin?
do you ever cry for no reason?
I've been barely sleeping
and it's bubbling
I know you want this
and it's exciting
and I want you
but it's mainly annoying
because I'm down and out
and I don't wanna **** around
I'm floating like a satellite
try to spot me and you'll lose my light
lost in gradients and gazes
most memories only exist as phases
cause you saw me floating
and I didn't slow down
you couldn't handle me without my crown
but I still want you around

reflections aren't my body
reflections are made up of that which is weightless,
on surfaces of those which are limitless.
heavy. heavy. heavy.
do you argue with a car window?
you see reflections blinking back at you
because your eyes are salty and they burn,
and since blinking & burning feels better than breaking down,
you don't argue.
you continue to blink or you look away
and it still feels the same.
aren't you sick of this ******* game?
how you look into these reflections can shift,
just as windows bleed and blur after they grow older.
let your heart get softer
don't let your heart get colder.

stretch out your cyber muscles
keyboard teeth forming lip sores
don't you ever get ******* bored?

you are no holier than I am
and your shadows were always the darkest.
forgiving you is like kissing death's sultress...
and I'm dancing in your darkness,
have been for quite some time,
but I've grown dizzy and am forming blisters
on my skin where lips did once reside...
and you'll never grow tired of being alone
so let me knock you from your thrown
wear your burdens on your back like I do my own
there isn't anything here to save