Fluctuating eyelashes Clicking I’ve got to get your eyes off me Pink as lovers A lovely curiosity

Salt covered trails  That dug deep into the soles  Of my feet Burn and stung like knives  Causing them to bleed

I hear a faint whisper A teardrop stain my cheek Calling out my name Where no one can hear Shimmering gossamer wings

Can’t sleep Can’t wake up I’ve been rendered A title on my forehead Rather than dead

The living entity That dwells within me Haunts my presence Where these two feet Will cross

Stare the chaos Look in the sky Can you see that See how clouds cry Can you feel their sorrow

I raise my glass To the clock tower That mocks my birth Counting my timeline Enrages my soul

Empty halls Faded thoughts I crossed the path Lost minded Confusion

A fading hope Like wasted dreams Spiraling down... Molting feathers... Leaving scars...

Driven pain A heart that beats quickened in it’s pace Falling... Holding on

Strangers say I am too nice But I am not My family looks at me Like I am happy

In many tales it came cloaked and shrouded in black Awaiting the moment With no haste To take thy soul back

The famous quote... I’m sure you all can finish that s… So it seems like the truth. Metaphorically speaking. Throw the stones.