Acid Luxury
It is beholden to me.
But you cannot see,
This life I live is an acid luxury.
Set apart by insecurity,
Wrath and impurity.
What it means to me,
Is nothing but a crescent moon.
That fell too soon.
A light that blacked out.
Before I learned to see without.
A setting sun cast in purple-grays.
Taunting me are all those yesterdays.
Finally when I can stand my ground,
It shakes and I move around.
Whipped back and forth, here to there.
You hear me screaming and you don't care.
You sing it to me in words so unbecoming.
Because I know to you it means nothing.
But you hope, to me, it means something.
And it does, it means everything.
And now you take it all away..
But it was a daunting escape anyway.
I fell through cracks and cut my bones.
I screamed out loud in those microphones.
I desecrated beauty to be so divine.
All to learn that you were never even mine.
I fight so rampantly.
And utter chaotically.
My vibe is an extremity.
And my ghost is an entity.
Because you never wanted to believe in me.
