the laughing ***** shrieks on
a masculine bellow till dawn
the young girl fades
into the paint
to find a way out, before she faints
the almighty angel
is shot from the sky
she has alined with satin
the unbreakable tie
the blanket sits
crumpled up in a lap
shared with the many
and yet no claps
they all sit staring
at one another
the tension’s high
yet they all are brothers
they pretend to not care
it's what they know
but beneath all that
you feel it show
a tattoo of sarcasm
ripping them open,
from the inside out
so they can't keep quiet
they always shout
no one knows the scars it makes
no one wants to, they'd cry lakes
so the young girl sits
repeated back by the mirrors
she knows a secret,
and yet she fears
that if they knew,
she'd be gone
and still she whispers it
to herself
and tucks it away,
or puts it on the shelf
the single truth in the bag of lies
unnoticeably simple,
the surrounding eyes
it's just the cast away
the rotten apple
she's aflame with the pupils of loathing.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 3:01 AM UTC
the laughing ***** shrieks on
a masculine bellow till dawn
the young girl fades
into the paint
to find a way out, before she faints
the almighty angel
is shot from the sky
she has alined with satin
the unbreakable tie
the blanket sits
crumpled up in a lap
shared with the many
and yet no claps
they all sit staring
at one another
the tension’s high
yet they all are brothers
they pretend to not care
it's what they know
but beneath all that
you feel it show
a tattoo of sarcasm
ripping them open,
from the inside out
so they can't keep quiet
they always shout
no one knows the scars it makes
no one wants to, they'd cry lakes
so the young girl sits
repeated back by the mirrors
she knows a secret,
and yet she fears
that if they knew,
she'd be gone
and still she whispers it
to herself
and tucks it away,
or puts it on the shelf
the single truth in the bag of lies
unnoticeably simple,
the surrounding eyes
it's just the cast away
the rotten apple
she's aflame with the pupils of loathing.
