Glitter and ashes
an empty beer bottle,
dreams of queens,
dancing wild.
Mold-grey locks
torn socks.
You are trapped in a black circle
A mirror image and an illusion.
Bathe in glass
no one sees me
In a room full of towels and sheets
Of my own guilt,
And the apocalypse of the mind
I just wanna play,
I am tired of roaming and searching
for the tomorrow that never comes.
You may sit in the front row, but you won’t get to touch.
Don’t come near, don't come near,
Feed the fish,
Girls like you should be spanked
Don’t come near, don't come near.