Pretend There is Gold in Tears

Dilated,
your eyes can see the paint peeling off the walls,
my eyes can see you licking it away;
do the insects crave your thrashing lies?

Haunted house
Mother, it's cat and mouse,
I'm the crimson mountain
and you're the moon-lit sea,
how can you whisper in the trees that Gods can't be.

Now I smell the indecency,
a pale smoke
hiding spaces and revealing faces,
drifting from your second layer of skin,
bone-structured sin;
Sister, SAVE ME,
aren't we just two angels dancing in backwards tears?

Why do I feel like I'm made of men,
gold shining out from my skirts,
Oh, I am confused,
my child's forgiveness ever abused;
We children are the trees, you whisper to,
are you the inferno that burns us down,
when we're struggling to grow?

I know you've got just a decimal of your heart left.