there was one version of you who wanted a version of me; it was only ever in moments like the one where you let me invade your dreams, the same way you wriggled your way deep into my subconscious thoughts. there was one version of you who wanted a version of me ~but not the way that i wanted you to~
was it how you made me laugh, or how that laughter decimated my sense of uncertainty and lulled me into a temporary constant, where, in my ignorance, a real version of me fell into a faux version of you.
Don 't do that ! Don 't you try to eat me I'm not real Don 't squeeze Don 't touch I look real And you might want a piece of me I reckon Don 't feed me either with fake cooked shrimp or artificial cupcakes I 'm no endangered bird of paradise Those faux iridescent blue feathers I display Can 't even fly me over the factice canopy Of pseudo Papua New Guinea Wanna enjoy a pretend dance A simili nuptial parade ? I 'm just a fraud of a plumage A true faux extinct species : Your dancing dandy. Your *** toy !
A baby cries for his mother. His mother hears him cry - looks for love from another promise of a passer-by..
She says "no love from the haters" but what she really means is that her people no longer cater to her schemes and childish dreams..
Just an addict without a name with nothing left to live for claiming loyalty to the game, but it's not a game anymore - the players have all turned from bad to worse - empty hulls consumed inside of fires burned - desires churn inside their busy skulls.. Buyer's terms - they hire her taking turns until her needle's dull passed the point of no return before she even drew a second pull.
Now the baby doesn't cry Someone has taken her place. Just another cold goodbye to cut more lines in her face.
Posting photos just for compliments from hungry souls too quick to heat the coals of her cold confidence But yeah, that's a really nice pic.
There's an understanding between 'em as she welcomes her guest from "nah, I haven't seen him" to "girl, you know you're the best" Has her right where he wants her - bitten by invisible bugs and fear and a memory that often haunts her when she looks in the mirror.
The baby's happy now.. Doesn't know what he's missing She swears she'll see him somehow to anyone who will listen.
Webs of remorse cover my bed as I stumble back into brambles A place that acts as a sanctuary but looks like a crumpled napkin A recluse ******* that concerns no cordials But those that comfort a king who bellows in his castle Built high out of stone and assured to one day be ruins A faux ploy to thou I’ve surrendered built on all of those who I’ve sundered A war within my own; where ballast meets ballast And blunder meets blunder
I have a different view from inside this cage. The showers of the world will never wash away my rage. I know you cannot hear me now, but I dropped this torch you made. I abandoned your faux light I've started looking away from your false security. All of these distractions, you tried to get the best of me. Surely I've lost my cool a time or two from lowering to your level but now I have a such different view from this **** of a scene stuck inside this cage. I've never spent the time to buy so much space inside your head, yet I still exist in it the same. You're not worth it, the time it took to put these words together but a message had to be made to all those who questioned me. Every monster has claws and fangs, it's just a case of when to use them. I'll pave my own way, I'll find my own justice. Life will come back for you, just know it isn't always so pretty. I'd much rather belong in a cage than live life on a leash.
I'd much rather belong in a cage than live life on a leash. Life will come back for you, just know it isn't always so pretty. It'll get us all eventually, just wait.