My walls are painted a faded shade
Over flames of feeling not forgotten
So close beneath the surface
But solid nails could not scratch the reminder away
As listless flakes pile in the carpet
I could have prevented this-I am to blame
Now never feeling in the right place
This life is not my own
Perpetual silence broken by mediocrity
I no longer find peace in moments spent alone
Moving the footway can't be as easy as it seems
Because although I hold the idea I am without drive
Life is staying put as aware as an intangible can be
I spent time behind the mask
And still I see that true love is never without seeing
I open the blinds to a morning of nauseating pastel colors
Heavy enough to bleed over deep shades of black and crimson blush
Distorting a desirable reality
How can I complain?
The reminder has not killed me yet
But it's enough to drive you fuc king insane
