The red satin falls slightly upon my broken canvas,
Painting a work of beautifully gory art
Holding onto the fret that continues to haunt my dreams
The connection within my heart
A spiders steel threads should suffice as an example
My past still takes me away,
Raping me for what innocence I have left behind,
But your life isn’t the most beautiful portrait
The constant reminder of what I’ve done
Far behind my childish eyes, still isn’t enough to forget
The whispers don’t let it pass
But I’ll rub my sleepy eyes, fluttering open to the sun kissed room
Hoping for nothing other than this human anesthetic
Your candy stained lips pressing upon my sin licked lips
Creates a sober understanding for this unheard condition
But as these fingers press this burnt page from the
Constant flames lit in my heart, and extinguished soon there after,
I’m holding onto a fractured miracle, we hold together with
Those spider webs.
Coated red for the coverage of our secreted past, that the broken glass
doesn’t hide.