I'm staring at the blank screen,
it's got white and peach; it's pale.
I wonder where these words come from
when moments ago they failed.
I didn't know that hell would be so pretty!
It's a lovely place behind my eyes.
Don't you know the nightmares love me?
I've got the perfect sob, lovely tears to cry.
Every word contains another story,
words upon words which I could rhyme.
Darling, I didn't kill the therapist...
my stories made her suicidal within time.
Spin faster to the carnival music,
maybe then your stomach will twist.
Nails cut into my palms now, dearest,
guess that's what happens when you make a useless fist.
Please, swim deeper for inspiration.
Sometimes it's there if you tilt your head.
I drag out another f ucking breath now..
when the lights go out, I might be dead.
I hope that I can twirl a little tighter,
someday I'll earn a smile, maybe a laugh.
The stars tonight, they don't look brighter,
blurry tears cut them in half.
Screw the dancing, I'm your puppet.
Wound tight around your finger, dear.
These wasted instants cut me to the bone,
just like these star-studded tears.
**there. happy? funny how deep down, you knew you'd win.**
