Spook
August 22nd, 2013, 08:38 AM
To My Personal Monster
I wash away the grit of our dirty old world
It runs down the drain in a scarlet swirl
The tendrils of my consciousness began to unfurl
And order me viciously, a little girl
The doorknob smiles its rusty grin
I twist and turn but it won't give in
The mirror never says I'm thin
And I battle with my skin
I stay glued to the spot
For a black inky dot
Is spreading into my chest like rot
All I want is for the voices to stop
Who is really afraid, him or me?
When the one shying from the dirt is he?
He's the one who only sees clean
In things once beautiful, once pristine
The more he fixes me, I fall to waste
I pick the poison, I like the taste
And when I walk I walk on paste
Evenly measuring every pace
Numbers are jumbles in my mind
So are the voices who are never kind
All of those voices who love to lie
Lies I've believed for such a long time.
I wash away the grit of our dirty old world
It runs down the drain in a scarlet swirl
The tendrils of my consciousness began to unfurl
And order me viciously, a little girl
The doorknob smiles its rusty grin
I twist and turn but it won't give in
The mirror never says I'm thin
And I battle with my skin
I stay glued to the spot
For a black inky dot
Is spreading into my chest like rot
All I want is for the voices to stop
Who is really afraid, him or me?
When the one shying from the dirt is he?
He's the one who only sees clean
In things once beautiful, once pristine
The more he fixes me, I fall to waste
I pick the poison, I like the taste
And when I walk I walk on paste
Evenly measuring every pace
Numbers are jumbles in my mind
So are the voices who are never kind
All of those voices who love to lie
Lies I've believed for such a long time.