The blunt vines.
The obvious purpose of these lethal ropes.
The strangle hold.
The choking in my throat.
The strain in my neck,
my gripping jaw.
These eyes with tears that never flow,
they build,
they sustain,
I fill with air and never breathe.
Let the moment seep through,
let me duck, and let it pass,
keep my feet moving,
let me walk away.
Blink twice
Is this what you've become?
Blink
Blink
Blink.
Remember.
(Tears I won't let fall)
Powerless to what you do.
The purple poison,
that swirling color of venom,
and the light scratchy red.
Blink
Blink
Blink.
It's what you live for now.
Encompassed in your reality
Manipulation of the moment.
You wipe away this past,
cover soar shameful marks
Cover honesty and destructive beauty.
Paint a mask over purity,
Smash the chances of fresh sunrise and cool breezes,
and smiles and
take away the hope and fill you up to the brim with white blood in a translucent cup.
I'll just walk by,
stangle,
choke,
strain -
tears will brim and not fall -
Keep walking.
And I'll swallow it all down - this reality you've forced, in one big gulp-
and the vines will grow and grow, and fall away from my neck as you turn purple,
and I rise to swallow a star.
