You're joking--
You're joking--
You have to be joking.
What other reason could there be for all your lies?
What other reason could there be for my heart,
As tender as it is,
Be so weighted down by these tears you give me?
What other reason could there be for my legs being shackled by your lead chains of bitterness?--
I know your chains are bitter.--
I know your chains are lead.--
I know you chains are on me,--
For else I would not weep in such a way
To weigh my blood-pulser down.
You are beautiful,--
And you say they hate you.
So?--
Why should you unbeautify yourself because of them?
You say you're better than everyone,
Not just them,
But Everyone.--
You are still beautiful,
But you hate the ones you claim hate you.
Does that make you better than everyone,--
Or does that make you unbeautiful?--
You relinquish your ties with the world,
Me included.
Me, unimportantly,
Indramatically,
Amorally
Included.--
You take your cup of crocodile tears and throw them down everyones' mouth.
You take your quilt of misery and bury yourself within it,--
Hoping for joy, hoping for love, and hoping for ecstasy.--
You,--
In all that beauty mentioned,
Take your fears and put them under microscopes.
You carry your woe in your wrists
And dig your solemn grave of pity.--
And yet,--
You seem as if to ask for aid.--
And then you destroy all chances of such a thing,
A thing--
A thing of joy, of love, and of ecstasy.
You take your mind and abstract your hopes and twist your dreams to seem like
They are impossible,--
Even when it be evident they are not such as that.--
You carry your tears in a locket--
And over the span of a month, add
More and more
Until another locket must suffice.--
There is not a way,
In all the world, to please you.
Not a way because you force yourself down,--
You force yourself lower and lower
Until there is nowhere else to go,--
Then you look up.--
You look up and see
There was nothing like what you thought would be
In your past.--
There was nothing there.--
Not blackness,
Nor whiteness.--
But nothing expected.--
You thought there would be pain, be hate, and be sorrowful agony.
But you knew--
You knew--
All along that there was none.--
And so you saw nothing--
Because you couldn't bear--
To be happy.
You're joking--
You have to be joking.
What other reason could there be for all your lies?
What other reason could there be for my heart,
As tender as it is,
Be so weighted down by these tears you give me?
What other reason could there be for my legs being shackled by your lead chains of bitterness?--
I know your chains are bitter.--
I know your chains are lead.--
I know you chains are on me,--
For else I would not weep in such a way
To weigh my blood-pulser down.
You are beautiful,--
And you say they hate you.
So?--
Why should you unbeautify yourself because of them?
You say you're better than everyone,
Not just them,
But Everyone.--
You are still beautiful,
But you hate the ones you claim hate you.
Does that make you better than everyone,--
Or does that make you unbeautiful?--
You relinquish your ties with the world,
Me included.
Me, unimportantly,
Indramatically,
Amorally
Included.--
You take your cup of crocodile tears and throw them down everyones' mouth.
You take your quilt of misery and bury yourself within it,--
Hoping for joy, hoping for love, and hoping for ecstasy.--
You,--
In all that beauty mentioned,
Take your fears and put them under microscopes.
You carry your woe in your wrists
And dig your solemn grave of pity.--
And yet,--
You seem as if to ask for aid.--
And then you destroy all chances of such a thing,
A thing--
A thing of joy, of love, and of ecstasy.
You take your mind and abstract your hopes and twist your dreams to seem like
They are impossible,--
Even when it be evident they are not such as that.--
You carry your tears in a locket--
And over the span of a month, add
More and more
Until another locket must suffice.--
There is not a way,
In all the world, to please you.
Not a way because you force yourself down,--
You force yourself lower and lower
Until there is nowhere else to go,--
Then you look up.--
You look up and see
There was nothing like what you thought would be
In your past.--
There was nothing there.--
Not blackness,
Nor whiteness.--
But nothing expected.--
You thought there would be pain, be hate, and be sorrowful agony.
But you knew--
You knew--
All along that there was none.--
And so you saw nothing--
Because you couldn't bear--
To be happy.
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