You turned me into a paperweight.
Ambling out of your genealogy,
you chiseled me to the marrowbone;
walk tall with your invisible chains.
You turned me into a paperweight
marooned on polished mahogany –
conquered West-Indian trees;
walk tall while your mastery wanes.
You turned me into a paperweight.
From your bottomless, two-ton
tongue came my disfigured heart –
walk tall, you pyrite suzerain.
You turned me into a paperweight,
deserted on paperwork seas,
ball-and-chained to the wooden beach –
walk tall in your insidious vein.
You turned me into a paperweight.
I fell, clutching the snowflakes,
and held your whole ********* useless life together –
walk tall, play that catchpenny game.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
You turned me into a paperweight.
Ambling out of your genealogy,
you chiseled me to the marrowbone;
walk tall with your invisible chains.
You turned me into a paperweight
marooned on polished mahogany –
conquered West-Indian trees;
walk tall while your mastery wanes.
You turned me into a paperweight.
From your bottomless, two-ton
tongue came my disfigured heart –
walk tall, you pyrite suzerain.
You turned me into a paperweight,
deserted on paperwork seas,
ball-and-chained to the wooden beach –
walk tall in your insidious vein.
You turned me into a paperweight.
I fell, clutching the snowflakes,
and held your whole ********* useless life together –
walk tall, play that catchpenny game.
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