IMAGINATIONS.

Are you mad at your walls?
Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you?

Pardon all the time that you've thrown into your pale grey garden.
If the ship will never come you've got to move along.

Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark.

MGMT - Of Moons, Birds & Monsters.
..............
So tender inside,
My eyes have changed.
And as I move away from this empty hovel,
I start to realise all the small things.

All so small,
So vague.

My dance,
Choreographed with lucid memories,
Is but a nonchalant slide to the grave.
..............
Liar.
Liar.
Liar.
Liar.
Liar.
Liar.
Delusional.
Delusional.
Delusional.
Delusional.
Delusional.
Sinner.
Sinner.
Sinner.
Sinner.
Sinner.
Sinner.
Betrayer.
Betrayer.
Betrayer.
Betrayer.
Betrayer.
Backstabber.
Backstabber.
Backstabber.
Backstabber.
Backstabber.

Are(n't) you?