go through solid stages not noticing me. hands hold tightly. no one shares. go through solid stages not noticing me. hands hold tightly. no one shares. doll it up!
at the rate the paint is peeling off the wall
we'll need to cover it!
before it all falls apart!
oh
it'll all fall apart. truss it up!
at the rate the skin is sloughing off our bones
they'll need to bury us. because we all fall apart. yeah
we all fall apart. the open mouths of these rooms are connected
by a hallway
dark and narrow
that we pass through like marrow through bone. and we do it alone. i miss the point and wish i still didn't dream. a taste gone mad
a sweet sadness
my favorite feeling. the whispering walls sound like an endless corridor
and at this rate
all the paint is peeling off the walls. and all i want to do is chase it
down the hall made out of frozen faces. expressionless
eyes to the ground and lips locked tight
ever so quiet
ever so quiet. and i never choose to taste hallucinations of what i've seen. because i don't see the difference between chasing ghosts in dreams
and chasing dreams in life. doll it up!
all the ones still close to us
are the ones that most of us
still don't see the way. i would have thought that it could be the sympathetic solution
disillusion. and if i stayed or left would you notice more or less of my existence?
out of the corner of my eye
i see the ghost stutter-stepping like strobe lights
ever-inching closer
but always out of reach. so i hold my breath and keep it under my tongue
and wait until both of my lungs are filled. if i count to ten
will it all go away?
brushed aside or pushed aside?
a difference in tension
intention and force applied. cast aside or passing by
people as canvases: blank outside and bleak inside. we learned
to stay
out of the way of each other. just stay out of the way!
always colliding with the things that we had tried hard to avoid
we just bury them
close our eyes
cover it up. but what was buried managed to unlock the door
even though we had boarded them
nailed them shut
hid the keys. will we ever find happiness?!
clarity?! peace of mind?
follow me down the hallway. if i should take a fall
don't look back. pick a door. any door. any door!
now!
and now we sit in what was built on our dreams. a space
now sad
speaks madness
attempts concealing
the crumbling walls. it feels like our time is getting short. and it's too late 'cause all the paint is lying on the floor. did we selfishly erase it?
busy filling mirrors with our damn faces?
circling flaws that we find without respite. what do we find? what do we find?
and in the meantime
all the vultures circle us in hopes to feed. because they don't see the difference between
death disguised as life and life with lifeless eyes. doll it up!
all the ones still close to us
are the ones that most of us still don't see the way. i would have thought that it could be the sympathetic solution