I walked to the gig but it wasn't in me
Saw a couple heads as I was leaving.
I walked over, greeted them, lost myself
in the lull of conversation. As I looked
in their eyes, at their demeanor, I saw what
I'd been trying to leave behind. I tried to hide from it,
I realized: I wish I'd just get wrecked, be carefree and destroy myself,

Anger froths from my mouth,.
Boiling onto your skin,.
Depression conjures emotion,.
Projecting from hallow eyes,.
Intruding into my soul,.
I cannot let go,.
Smiles evoke a feeling of safety,.
A fallback security feature,.
Laughter grows as the day passes on,.
Carrying on until we finally embrace,.
As for now, the vision is totally obscure,.,.,.,,

His heart not ready,.
Blotted by the coals of naivety,.
Her pale wings beat anachronistically,.
Blotting out the splintered sun,.
She smiled upon him,.
She penetrated his tainted soul,.
How could such beauty come,.
From under the graciously blinding sun..,?

Like a piece of art
  - an abstract painting
   erratic, incoherent
   you can't comprehend
   only the painter (you)
   and his knowing eyes
   will see right through me
   only the painter (you)
   and his knowing hands
   will know the story on
   every stroke, every line
   every shade, every color
   only the painter
   the selfish painter
   will put me on display
   will hang me on the wall
   will risk me being judged
   to people who will never understand
   but will not care to what they say
   because he is a selfish painter
   and will just smirk behind the scene
   because he's the only one
   who truly understands me..