We're covered in the chaos,
Red written in our veins.
I'm searching for a purpose,
And recovering from the stains.
The piano keys are tap, tap, tapping in my mind,
The clock is tick, tock; spinning out of time..
Yet I'm just here,
Preparing to unwind -
My armour in my fists,
Tears drained from my eyes.
I'm nothing but a stranger,
To your glass ridden shell,
Someone to be left behind -
Someone you might sell.
Misbehaving into the distant age,
Parading floors like I'm on a stage -
You're in the crowd; I'm in a cage,
Perhaps we should just turn the page...
You'll be in all colour,
I'll stay in beige -
It's time we finally disengage.
YOU ARE READING
Undecided
PoetryA public display of my personal life, for those whom it may concern.