to whom who will never read.

you're so cool
run you fingers through your hair
look around
feel the wind
feel the star light
look around
see the scars
see the cracked night
look at me
every flaw you assume
every crack in the night
every wish you presume
see the porcelin skin
feel your porcelin lips
you call you porcelin eyes
your porcelin gifts
yet they're cursed
every thought I never was
every flaw that is bourne on the back on your concience
is the gift I wish I held my own
every flaw you see as broken and useless
are the remains of each gift
I never was able to posess
yet I tried and I tried
and I hunt and I searched
you held dangling
and I left envying
each and every gift you held in so high regard
held in such high regard
I was never able to reach
sing songs tip your nights fade to dust
and were barren and broken
left lying on your dust
leave barren and broken every gift you never understood
so many might envy
but you cast aside
so the bury themselves in heroine tales
and heroin nails
and hope in their lives
they can become a hero in
until now
they only shook and shivered
but it takes more than a dream
and a hope to make reality
but talent and luck
take you to the corners of the world,
but only to dissapoint not you
under the penalty of your success
until at last
suffocation sets in
and your eyes set to kill
and all that is left
are the blank empty stares
and hopeless lives on you hopeless devotion
and a crash course with fame.

by asdfyz
posted on 08/09/2009