It's easy to look around and picture
what this landscape would look like if I would take a paintbrush and decorate all the silver linings
and make them all look the same.
A smirk as soft as where the horizon and the sun blur
together as one
Come across my face.
I am an artist, I take what I see
distort the image and add my touch
turning red to blue, black to white
and making your happy image just a miserable
as all those broken people you dare mock and make fun of.
You have no glory in my eyes,
your edges are too straight and too defined.
~I have a million endings for this one, but none of them seem to work for me... maybe later
