It’s Better If You Close Your Eyes
I know that it shows that I hate this classic palace
Every breath is less simple as I drink from my plastic chalice
How’s this….this plain? Blood draining down the slope of the floor boards
Cracking worn wood as it drips because she imagines to store and hoard
Even more than my thoughts you cheaply purchase with payday loan advances
She will never be able to afford the minimum payment…
And we will be stuck only capable to moan our chances.
“Life isn’t exactly what you had in store is it?
Out of stock or out of season, just don’t call me the culprit
The fall of wits, your decline. You’re every hysterical prayer
Who is it you think is listening? The same being that put you there?”
“You put me here” she barks in which I reply “How could you dare?”
My addictions were fair; my being was a share she purchased under despair
And the label read right, “Sold As Is” the sandwich sign implied correctly
And she looked on hoping that her presence would affect me
“You do effect me, affection see. I gave you my bleeding stomach with pride
And now you reject me? At least I can hold my liquor down to one side
Can you? Can you conjure this vision? Look at the blood all over the premises .”
There is a reason I keep my eyes closed, locked and bolted since the genesis
Look, these boxes can’t hide my bleeding ulcers
Because that is where I put them, sealed and taped up after I told her
Close your eyes
And it makes everything so much better
She declined the offer with a sense of rationality
Coughing at the chance as if we actually lived with a hint of reality
Her intentional technicality stomached any hope of contentment
“I should have never begun this arrangement when I witnessed your commitment.
I would have never done this engagement if I still fished for a witness
To watch for me as you pull the trigger, slaughtering my idea of light.”
I was waiting for the words from her mouth uttering that I was right.
But she just stared blankly I assume, thanked me, and grabbed my hand and wept
And every secret from within her frail form crept out from where it was kept
All I could muster was…
“I know. I know. It’s been swept, into the corner covered in ”what’s wrong?”.
I’ve been aware of all your flaws as if you were telling me all along.
Don’t be startled, as you know that I am not the ignorant type.
The absence of a door is less bothersome if you don’t open your eyes.”
She will never understand the size, the magnitude of the presence
Her shadow casts upon my desires for that last ounce of innocence
The only amount still in it. The one placed that I know is right under my nose
If I could spell it out for you I would. Close your eyes and take a whiff though…
“Under the same premise as the falling tree in the desolate woods, it lies
Does an unhappy face still exist if one can never open their eyes?”
And she moaned “their closed” and I embraced the equality
Explained the duality…
“Try this, cheating is much easier when you cannot see
And I’m not the same worthless man I was when you found me”
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