Was it a dream when the mirror broke?

Bloody tears as beauty faded.

No time but now.

No time but now.

Was it a dream that kept me floating so long?

Shattered glass, floating tears.

No sleep for the lonely

No dreams except of her.

I want to be the ship on the horizon,

Breaking through the cloud wall,

Escaping the grey, don’t want to be held by doors.

Locked in a cage,

Glass prison,

That won’t shatter

Like my life.

I can’t be more than me, less than me.

My words, face

Destructive on sight

To the world of lies we live in.

That same face I’m blessed with

A curse I smash against the concrete.

Grind my fingers to the bone.

All this showcasing of truth a foreign language;

Misunderstood, misinterpreted, destructive to a life of games

Where losing means a knife through your heart.

Shanked in this prison of  unbreakable glass

By the one person I thought could finally free me.

I want to be the ship on the horizon,

Breaking through the cloud wall,

Escaping the grey, don’t want to be held by doors.

Locked in a cage,

Glass prison,

That won’t shatter

Like my life.

I lay back and float among the garbage,

Remembering snow angels and better days.

Wake up in the same alley.

No one’s blanket fits me right.

They all suffer when you’re the only one of your kind.

No one understands the beauty I see

Or the hole in my soul,

Eerie to look in

Like green eyes.

Like her eyes.

I want to be the ship on the horizon…