Coughing up the tar I gained from you,
I hope these lungs aren't close to dead,
But if they fail I swear I will,
Learn to live in the sea.
The ecstasy of inner peace evades me.
My ink-induced facade does dissipate,
And limbs are left behind for you to take,
And cling upon your sleeves as trophies.
We try to laugh about it,
But whispering into megaphones just amplifies
How fake and fearful we all sound,
When faced with brittle mirrors.
I've seen through the cheap disguise.
And I've heard all your alibis,
But still the fact remains,
That you are just the same.
And you may toil, twist, and tumble,
Just to test my weary will,
But callous souls don't grow on,
Nonexistant fallacies.
This tar does stain the snow,
That once matched the white skies,
That once promised me a home,
Where vision was not temporary.
The body beats itself perpetually,
And as you infiltrate,
These carnal instincts overlook,
What does indeed do harm.
But you just want to believe in something,
You might rather forget it all,
And move on to a linear lifestyle,
Speckled with structured transgressions.
We let the fears all get to us,
And you are no exception to the rule,
And as you weigh the pros and cons,
You accidentally erase the titles to your charts.
Lost and overwhelmed by the cost,
I am seeking for the motivating force,
That allowed me piercing eyes,
That granted a sharpened tongue.
The sun may melt this snow,
And perhaps even the coordination,
Between the thoughts and actions.
You slide between these lines, so hidden, so afraid.
But I see through it all,
And I see you,
I see through the stuttering motions,
And I see through you.
