Material things,
Words were never worth
A splash of paint
It's exhalations of air
Made into something
That makes sense
And we turn these mindless
Things into art
I was never worth
A splash of colour
Two arms
Two legs
That's me, right there
I can see, I can
Hear, I can
breathe
But I never do
Everything is too much
Bright, colour, flashing lights
Secrets told in secret
Lullabies told in vain
Our fantasies are broken
When the world can't explain
Why we were never normal
Hands shaking, everything is
Always moving, forward and backward
And the clock ticks by and by,
Goodbye, goodbye
I once loved you
But love is now something
Empty from my heart
And it was always a weapon
Meant not to kill or break,
But to torture until we're
Blank, mindless ghosts
Blank, mindless ghosts
Blank, mindless ghosts
Blank
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
