Tarnished silver,
Under the bed you hide
Worthless now, its value
Judged 'neath a golden pride.
Twisted hands, your bones may break
Seal off your lungs as they waste away.
The poison attacks, cripples your very breath
But slow to the chase.
As the air evades every inch of you,
Find yourself give in to your darkest days.
And from the dungeons of your soul,
Come the cries of pure fear.
Stretch out your arms, let the light heal.
Plunder yourself,
See what the devil deals.
Lash out your anger that holds you in chains
Tear off the disguise and reveal who you are within.
Tarnished silver,
Your heart beats like a wild drum, whole,
Echoing sound, reverberating through your redundant soul.
Deranged natives take a stance to shield,
Isn't that yourself, this war you rage inside your head?
In your mind these words form, subtle shapes adorned
But a vicious motive lies underneath them, pretence and lies
Tarnished silver you are
Never worth the gold nor a price.
Always fighting the world
And never being who you are.
One day you'll look back,
And see nothing but misguided pride.