03-16-2013, 03:18 AM
He painted these walls red in sullen tones
He left her abated, abashed, and alone
She lay in this greyness and wallowed in shame
And trickle from darkness, to misery’s game
From years on eggshells, she knows to play well
These games, of demons, in heaven and hell
So lays, in this imprint of loving this hate
A wash, of greyness, the darkness her fate
In pools of noting, but soiled, sullen, tones
This beauty, comes rushing, from corrugated bones
And ripples and rages and reaches from doubt
Till finally she cries it, “fuck you, I’m out”
He left her abated, abashed, and alone
She lay in this greyness and wallowed in shame
And trickle from darkness, to misery’s game
From years on eggshells, she knows to play well
These games, of demons, in heaven and hell
So lays, in this imprint of loving this hate
A wash, of greyness, the darkness her fate
In pools of noting, but soiled, sullen, tones
This beauty, comes rushing, from corrugated bones
And ripples and rages and reaches from doubt
Till finally she cries it, “fuck you, I’m out”