Slightly crooked picture frames
hang from an abstract wall...

Hang suspended in the air,
then submerge and fall down fast...

Rose petal eyelashes flutter;
down, down, down they go...

Dark sky bleeds onto the horizon,
dripping from bruises of clouds...

Stifling emotion of lips sewn together,
unable to scream, unable to bite...

Water absorbs and dissipates, absorbed into rotten...
Every abstract thought swirls in the light of...

This creature that lives within me,
with it's dark black, dripping fangs...

Every insecurity reflects a thousand times
upon these brilliant, shattered surfaces...

You tell me it's so natural,
so natural to rebel...

Is it so wrong
to want to run through this rain...

Oh, sweet rose, don't you know
that someday you are destined to die...

Ripped apart at my seams,
watch as my dreams turn to ash...