Big dark circles round those eyes,
string of velvet, dangling ties
from the ceiling that I had covered with red,
not of my blood, but of my own dread.
To dread the future or hate the past,
I've always known this could never last.
Thinning hair, brittle too,
talk to him...but never to you.
Sleepless nights and burning day
today will be the same as yesterday.
Where is the passion, the heart and the soul?
It's in the mirror, with a reflection cold.
Starring back, through me, can't hide,
This reflection isn't the girl inside.
I crackle, I rattle, my bones they shake,
how loud is it really when the heart breaks?
"What's wrong Michelle?" Don't call me that...
I'll never tell you, never answer back.
"Nothing." I'll say, and you'll say "Don't lie."
I wasn't upset, and I didn't cry.
Time to be gone. I'm not coming back.
I'll be gone from there, just like that.
I didn't tell you I was going, sorry I went,
but I guess that this was our time spent.
Don't look at me like that, I meant to tell you,
to say, to warn, to love, to hold you.
You woke up this morning, and I wasn't there.
No, I left before then. I couldn't really care.
At that time at least, "The Great Escape"
Remember to pull back the curtain drape
you'll see it then. Or, you'll see me,
The magpie, up, so solemn...free.
Don't look over the roof, please don't, for me?
This is something I don't want you to see.
Author notes
This is sincerely metaphorical. You can't draw a surface judgment, you really have to think.
