Am I Glass?
By Blayde & Lucent
The way you see threw me
Like a window open to the public
Cars rushing through my organs
It's a deadlock in my veins.
I complain about the society I live in,
people think I'm somebody, I'm nobody.
The stars burn into my flesh and bone,
to caress the stone in place of a heart.
Ivy fills my veins, fire spins adrenaline.
Burning a heart into your eyes,
That pyropathic stare.
melting--
as they re-structure me,
A rich man, a charitable person.
To be nothing but a fraud.
God warned me, as my nerves ache,
the truth would one day be revealed.
It was nyce of him, but I couldn't see,
while craters blocked out my eyesight.
It was an apocalypse, the way I lived,
a lie within the shadows of human skin.
Smoke and mirrors
Ha!, I am but a wisp,
Clinging to dead dreams
And only a reflection,
Remains.
I've been stained, but one can't break,
I refuse to shatter, in desperate need.
The eyes of insects chills down my tail,
as the tiny hairs on my neck stand up.
Throw me around with you're opinions,
in the end, my soul is still glass.
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