plazma
Bluelighter
I'm no monk or martyr
Not good looking nor ugly
I'm a refuge of extremes
Beneath an exterior of mediocrity
Yet not so mediocre
I'm a storehouse of what you never knew
And what you didn't want to know
Facts long forgotten
And stories never told
I'll suffer beneath my skin
For the happiness you wash my face with
While outside I'm so clean cut & dirty
A player's mask with all the trimmings
Painted with the makeup of contentment
A body cut with the stigmata of rage
Concealed beneath my suit and tie and reason
At night, the gloves come off
And the maniacs come out to play
Modest, and so desiring of praise
I'm a hermit in an apartment block
Diving into the world at times
Frog desires to be fish
But never can be
The oxygen of solidarity always calls
I'm a child of talent
When she was raped by confusion
A tongue of barbed wire
Lacerating the souls of those I love
One hand spreading disinfectant
The other spreading gangrene
Goodnight pretty child
I won't let the monster get you
But after dark, I grow horns
How can you protect yourself from you
In a box of light, the answer lies
Wrapped in a blanket of silk
In the heart of the sun
And I know I'll never reach it
But that won't stop me stretching my arms
And scorching my fingers to dust
Not good looking nor ugly
I'm a refuge of extremes
Beneath an exterior of mediocrity
Yet not so mediocre
I'm a storehouse of what you never knew
And what you didn't want to know
Facts long forgotten
And stories never told
I'll suffer beneath my skin
For the happiness you wash my face with
While outside I'm so clean cut & dirty
A player's mask with all the trimmings
Painted with the makeup of contentment
A body cut with the stigmata of rage
Concealed beneath my suit and tie and reason
At night, the gloves come off
And the maniacs come out to play
Modest, and so desiring of praise
I'm a hermit in an apartment block
Diving into the world at times
Frog desires to be fish
But never can be
The oxygen of solidarity always calls
I'm a child of talent
When she was raped by confusion
A tongue of barbed wire
Lacerating the souls of those I love
One hand spreading disinfectant
The other spreading gangrene
Goodnight pretty child
I won't let the monster get you
But after dark, I grow horns
How can you protect yourself from you
In a box of light, the answer lies
Wrapped in a blanket of silk
In the heart of the sun
And I know I'll never reach it
But that won't stop me stretching my arms
And scorching my fingers to dust
