Decorated in floral, summer skin, and blonde strands of the sun sprouting from my skull.
No one looks at the beauty that is my outside exterior.
An empty shell is what you have for the immensely inferior.
Intimidation is what brings me farthest in this hole my friends have hand crafted for me to fall into.
Imitation is what keeps me living, trying to rescue any stranded parts of me in the oceans of your eyes.
A lifeboat is not subscribed in your preferred seas, I must save whatever is left on my hands and knees, begging at your stained feet.
When you deny my salvation all I can think to do is scream 'you bastard! You fiend!'
Simple envisions such as these are what make me go completely psychotic, lost in our world that cannot keep up with my narcotic behavior.
Don't forget to check the sink, you'll find my memories and dreams drained out and plummeting through it's pipes.
Like a brainless woman washing dishes, I have lost the only thing that symbolizes my devotion to you, the keepsake, the diamond falls right into it's greedy hole.
Lost in it's inner workings, traveling to the composing proposition that I may have a chance to make it out alive.
I laugh at all that pass by me, their presumptions chuckle worthy.
Oh visionary, paint me a better setting, write me a more sufficient script.
Before this ship drowns us all, the boards and walls suffocating our limitless death wish into the waters of multi hued fish.
Our last kiss is mediocre, our love making predictable.
Have fun in your endeavors, the masses are in arms length of mine. Forever you mind the fact that I left you, exploit our aspirations, applications to participate into a more free and endless world.
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