u/BoredPandaIsCold

Dancing upon this pedestal of glass , I scan the crowd for a cute face that may join me. Of course most here are rather bland , unfortunately my eyes cannot see the power they once possessed. Knowledgeable , yes , but the fall is due.

As the moon caressed the sky ever-so , I found the eyes ever blue with hope. A face not quite worn through burns , not quite young to simply yearn. A face good enough to cushion the blow. And thus I called out to them , to take the elevator and grab my hand , we will dance away these last hours.

The sirens blare as the crowds retreat , leaving us at peace. No words are spoken as we never knew , what love even was. We were simply chosen upon this day , to appease those that tossed us away , so that their hearts can kindly go back home , believing that we couldn't have anything more.

A ballpoint upon a page
And the glass from which you drink
Suddenly begins to speak , nagging you
For being too weak
Unable to reply , you envision
a hand grazing your ear , whispers
of sweet cheddar cheese
Upon mashed potatoes fill you with glee
As the scent whirls across
You are struck hard , head ringing
Blood pumping you reach for the glass
Restrained ever-so , by the splashing
As the water drenches the linoleum floor
"Fuck" , you scream , as you run for a towel
Leaving us to see , all the ink
Spewed across the page

Even in the age of electricity
A simple ballpoint
Can still make your heart believe

A ballpoint upon a page
And the glass from which you drink
Suddenly begins to speak , nagging you
For being too weak
Unable to reply , you envision
a hand grazing your ear , whispers
of sweet cheddar cheese
Upon mashed potatoes fill you with glee
As the scent whirls across
You are struck hard , head ringing
Blood pumping you reach for the glass
Restrained ever-so , by the splashing
As the water drenches the linoleum floor
"Fuck" , you scream as you run for a towel
Leaving us to see , all the ink
Spewed across the page

Even in the age of electricity
A simple ballpoint
Can still make your heart believe

A ballpoint upon a page

And the glass from which you drink

Suddenly begins to speak , nagging you

For being too weak

Unable to reply , you envision

a hand grazing your ear , whispers

of sweet cheddar cheese

Upon mashed potatoes fill you with glee

As the scent whirls across

You are struck hard , head ringing

Blood pumping you reach for the glass

Restrained ever-so , by the splashing

As the water drenches the linoleum floor

"Fuck" , you scream running for a towel

Leaving us to see , all the ink

Spewed across the page

Even in the age of electricity

A simple ballpoint

Can still make your heart believe

Consider all of your options
Consider them well
You don't have much time
Before your problems being to swell

Your body is slowly fading
Mind perhaps dragging away
As all of the roads lined with gleaming towers and sparkling homes ,
dusty fences and parking lots of grey ,
Barren buildings plastered in colour,
Appealing to those who come and go
But nothing more than voids of energy
To those who are left to occupy
the empty lots and candy-cutter shops
You'll find more life in the tears
of a ghoul than here

All of this and the fool you never kissed
Is telling you why , oh why
did you ever stay

Consider all of your options
Consider them well
You don't have much time
Before your problems being to swell

Your body is slowly fading
Mind perhaps dragging away
As all of the roads lined with gleaming towers and sparkling homes ,
dusty fences and parking lots of grey ,
Barren buildings plastered in colour,
Appealing to those who come and go
But nothing more than voids of energy
To those who are left to occupy
the empty lots and candy-cutter shops
You'll find more life in the tears
of a ghoul than here

All of this and the fool you never kissed
Is telling you why , oh why
did you ever stay

Twice upon three and once upon eleven o'clock
When the asphalt boils and cools
Contemplate being
Listen as the cars roar
and the people shout
Close my eyes , to ponder
the sensation between my fingers
Does it even have a meaning?

And so I walk across my petite room
With a decades old TV gifted to me
From a mother that could never be
Towards the mirror my sister adored
And built for that matter , But she is gone
And only I remain

Wishing to disappear
Into a world that appears
So near

A sudden collapse startles
the poor sods that live below
As I dive within
Beyond the reflection
For this is where I will live

Constantly shown perfection,
Through illusion
Is certainly causing,
Mass confusion

Not enough to be human
Through away your heart
And dispose your soul
Let all of your blood
Be ours to control

Cry in the night
And accept your fright
This is what you deserve
You didn't put up a fight

Close your eyes and let
your scarlet witch hold you
Ease the nerves while we blind you

Constantly shown perfection,
Through illusion
Is certainly causing,
Mass confusion

Not enough to be human
Through away your heart
And dispose your soul
Let all of your blood
Be ours to control

Cry in the night
And accept your fright
This is what you deserve
You didn't put up a fight

Close your eyes and let
your scarlet witch hold you
Ease the nerves while we blind you

Dancing across
The essence of time
How I wish , the years were kind

A caress of a hand , slight touch of the lips
Caring words to guide me away
Instruction through practice
And not anger

Piercing eyes expressing
Yearning , for connection
A mere moment of their attention

Then I awake and reminded ever so
That these years are gone and I not far
From the land that berthed me
From the dream that created me
Truly a shame , that I was unable
To play their silly games