Rattling the cage, the bird all but gone. This world seems so empty without him around to make some kind of sound, any sound would be better than the internal dialogue that is now saturated analog, escaping down the street like a runaway dog.
Things didn't always seem so bleak, these were once indeed healthy boundaries, but now they're shaken & stirred, like some tame speeches, it has the capability to revert to a wild path.
No more birds are singing, the nest now all but abandoned. For where an egg once hatched, now only shells on the bedroom floor, the kind you just can't ignore.
Punched a hole in the door, because of the one I adore. But now with hast, I would spray him in hate, fuels the fire my one I desire. Consumed by disdain and hate, doesn't allow me to see straight.
These visions I keep, make my life seem less bleak. I value more the opinions of strangers because deception is my key, how others see me. As for the one I adore I'll project on to you, I will have you on the floor.
I need you to stay but I want you to leave, it's the brush I paint you with in my head that makes me want you dead. I'm just as sure that my vision is real, enough not to second guess, this can't end up a systematic mess.
This is me written from the former love I adore, but I'll continue to keep score, until you're down on the floor. I underestimated his will to fight, once again through the night, he found his way to the light.
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