A fix dubbed love
What other color do I wear? How do I uncover the facade of yesterday Beneath the mask of Friday? How does the color of my actions Not clash with my parade of expressions? I stutter within my streaming tears Where exactly do I begin this story? I sniffed back boggle Still you were blind and deaf Beyond control, in rage; Even my flesh couldn't be spared from more More of the bruises you imprinted. A demonstration of love, is it? And you ask me to stay. what for? To bear the pain? Why will I? When I have my place of solace. A light; the womb of many colors; That place deep within, untouched and untouchable; You profess love, but is it? Or a gradual process of death? A very very selfish and obsessive mind. That's not love. Its just you wanting to take by all means And rape your way through, Just to boost your ego. But does it help? Without all the charade, what's left of you? Go look in the mirror. U want to get high on me? I ...