Mommy

My mommy made me cry today,
It's just like every other day,
Some times i wonder why i stay,
I think tonight i leave.

I think I'll wander down the streets,
Make mental notes of those i meet,
Forever feeling incomplete,
Lost needle in the stack.

The sky above, all starry-eyed,
It tells the story of my life,
Each glossy speck, a dirty lie,
The beading on my quilt.

The stitching's simply hate and tears,
It's laced with malice, washed in fears,
More torn and patched then it appears,
My blanket's painted red.

You tell me I'm the one to blame,
I try to smile to mask the pain,
But in the end it's all the same,
A masterful disguise.

I'm sitting here, I'm all alone,
I've knocked the door though no one's home,
I guess I'll stitch another row,
Held captive in my mind.

The blanket's smooth, it's eye-appealing,
It's gorgeous but what they're not seeing,
The glass below will make them bleed and,
Clock-work is the name.

Revenge is bitter-sweet they say,
I'll finish this another day,
My mommy smiles from down the way,
I smile in return.

for s.c
xx