Holding close to everything I lack
trying to find those missing pieces
pulling myself back to reality
while everything slips into my memory
My life seems so surreal
with every moment becoming more warped
continually fading from the natural color of the world
I can no longer see clearly in this torn blur
Slowly bleeding through my silk skin
perfection failing quick like fall leaves
reflections show me the reality of my pain
my distorted figure spread upon this blank canvas
Painted hearts designed by loves artists
seeps through the cracks of humanity
soon this passion becomes a game,
a game played, a game no one wins
Faceless masks are made to hide scars,
the scars left by failed love
to be worn by those who've been cheated the chance
to be complete in their endeavors
Endurance soon blacks out clear thinking
becoming blinded by beauty, but the lonely-hearted press on
staying headstrong through the brutal game of no end
slowly power departs, and all integrity is lost
with no hope in sight, its beat never dwindles
although the only thing left of the heart is a minute fragment
it refuses to give the enemy, love, a victory
Painted Hearts and Bleeding Eyes
find no rest, within the tangled visions
of those blinded by loves brilliant glow!
