Wash our dreams to crimson red
Liars upon layers
In the corner of your head
Starving like an artist
While pretending you’re a saint
Drawing devil details that
You cover up with paint
Floors are merely canvas
Ceilings hold your stares
Walls are meant for climbing
As your future dissapears
Dreams are born of mischief
Facts you won’t recall
Every door that you ignore
Is pride before a fall
Now you lay in silence
Darkness keeps you blind
Sight is so subjective
From the corner of your mind
Looking out takes effort
Leaving takes one step
Asking is a lonesome burden
Useless without breath
All your dreams are whitewashed
Elegantly framed
Portraits of existence
That you paint like placing blame
Hung up like a wallflower
Wilted red to gray
Painted in a corner
As your image fades away
TM DiSarro
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