Play your games in memory wells,
sandboxes and stories filtering through the...
Regardless, r/r/c. No judgmental posts concerning...
I'm a walking cliche, yet I won't admit it...
She walks alone in the hallways
With friends right by her side...
Her face is made of plastic
body made of stone...
Do you even feel that someone's staring at you?
Or hear that someone's calling for you...
Wiping off the make up
Seeing who I really am...
Static from the radio,
it's all just lights and sounds...
Nothing left but a memory
she doesn't know this is the 21st century...
Masterpiece of affliction wounds imagination,
vendetta speaks for itself all over again...
Thins i wish i could say to you:
I miss you...
Paint thy darkness
With shimmering stars...
What ifs and maybes
to paint the sky green...