Anyway, that angst was uncalled for, so here’s a poem.
Lacquer dreams
Lacquer dreams look at me,
Such a sorry sight to see,
Trickles down my broken body,
The burning only numbs the pain.
Through my veins their courses hope,
Never mind, for hope is nothing but mascara,
A shiny gloss to a worn down truth.
S l o w l e y
N o w
C o n s u m e
M e.
Black outline on a blood stained eye.
D r o w n
M y
R e a l I t y.
Sometimes I cry and wonder why.
I like it.