Was the blue colored sky
Replaced by the milky white dome
Designed to fit their polluted time
As young children lay their head to rest
A pasty pillow
A chalky night dress
And their ivory ceilings
Covered in painted charcoal stars
An artificial image forever stained on their hearts
Never will they look out at the clear pearl moon
Thinking of someone
Wondering if they're thinking of you
No snow coats the grass
In the cool winter months
No alabaster dandelions lacing the air
You can't find any white nature here
But in this moment it’s 2017
And i’m laying on the hunter green grass
Amongst the stars and the trees
And I wonder when history books will talk of this time
When the sky wasn’t painted white
Drowning in old sorrow
Yet ignoring the extended hands
Utterly selfish to dare expose vulnerability
A deep rooted want to become a-
part of the bleak sky
But, truthfully known the earth-
would be a final resting place
Why does one chose the walkway-
that caresses a personal netherworld?
Each portion of forced effort falls short
Especially in the eyes of the inner perfectionist
My closest friend is a crippling emotion
It sends consistent reminders-
in my dreams-
of my broken
Nightmares are a lingering-
background in my head
Why must detest my own blood?
For it is brimming with the corruption of loathing.
The engraved disappointment-
I grew to be-
Is even repulsed
by the soul within.
Plaster a grin
and keep it all in.
I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions
Do you really care?
can you not see?
can you not hear?
Sometimes the silence is better
I know you will never understand
I know you will never see
you''ll never see how badly I hurt
you will never hear my screams
I'll light the match, the flame, the fuse, the bomb
rescue the world from your word's
I want to torch it, burn it, scorch it, end it
watch it as it blows away
I won't let you poison me any longer
A prisoner no more