stare out from the shelter of manipulated eyes
wide and receptive to your defiant fingers
considering the possibility of your thoughts
wondering if i could ever find anyone to share mine with

and everything you thought wasn’t

drunken tears
wash the blood
off raw scraped knees
and red bruised feet
mismatched sobs
break the silence
play on reality
in the darkened street
writhing trees
with violent whispers
line the road we walk upon
with brittle fingers
we flip the switch
we spread the flame
on a world so wrong

here in my head is a blank page
a passport to my very own naive realm of lunacy
and in its lucent waters lives my own personal asylum
disguised as an obsolete daydream

cut deep
leave veins exposed and dripping
hide them underneath staining sweaty palms
as your mother trips in to collect the laundry