amber ::
Bluelighter
this is to a handful of people that ive looked up to. who've one by one hit rock bottom in the recent months.
a firm fall chill leaves you motionless
for the first time, we are able to admire you in focus
its implausible that you, of all people,
hide torment in a washed up concrete gaze
youre hardly real. youre all too fake
i plead for a glimpse of the truth i am told
a genuine security that stability holds
it was entirely mine. for a second too few.
temptation leaves, enshrouded in corrosion
where devastation inevitably stands close
in the absence of apathy i suppose
and i am drawn here on this stray day,
too indebted for any additional hope
too displaced to deserve it any ways
i cried for all but one today. my selfless ways.
my only hero has gone astray
to bask in his perilous addictions
an arm of wounds, let this be your last affliction
and perfection, you could have stayed-
the girl who stood upon a pedestal of dignity
up and left in search of claimed destiny
only to move for money
a dancer for the lonely
its well known, to where your earnings go
when youre feeling a bit low on hope[lessness]
sickened, i revert back to a blanket of silence
my tears, your porcelain fears
a figure takes your place to replace, your half hearted beauty.
she is delicate. she is toxic
a dealer of rebellion, forlorn addiction
she is alone with morbid optimism
i cried for her, actually, later that evening
never have i met such a vacant soul
never have i felt such remorse for the existence of another
so here i stand, in suburbia
taking the very last prospect with me,
that, in exile, i may find harmony.
a firm fall chill leaves you motionless
for the first time, we are able to admire you in focus
its implausible that you, of all people,
hide torment in a washed up concrete gaze
youre hardly real. youre all too fake
i plead for a glimpse of the truth i am told
a genuine security that stability holds
it was entirely mine. for a second too few.
temptation leaves, enshrouded in corrosion
where devastation inevitably stands close
in the absence of apathy i suppose
and i am drawn here on this stray day,
too indebted for any additional hope
too displaced to deserve it any ways
i cried for all but one today. my selfless ways.
my only hero has gone astray
to bask in his perilous addictions
an arm of wounds, let this be your last affliction
and perfection, you could have stayed-
the girl who stood upon a pedestal of dignity
up and left in search of claimed destiny
only to move for money
a dancer for the lonely
its well known, to where your earnings go
when youre feeling a bit low on hope[lessness]
sickened, i revert back to a blanket of silence
my tears, your porcelain fears
a figure takes your place to replace, your half hearted beauty.
she is delicate. she is toxic
a dealer of rebellion, forlorn addiction
she is alone with morbid optimism
i cried for her, actually, later that evening
never have i met such a vacant soul
never have i felt such remorse for the existence of another
so here i stand, in suburbia
taking the very last prospect with me,
that, in exile, i may find harmony.
