I've seen the sky break. I've seen the world fall away until you're standing on dust and air in layers. I've known that failings are human, and humans are failings, but that doesn't make it any easier to bare. Self-inflicted scars and dreams of things that fall to ash at the first sign of the oncoming storm. When all lies are exposed and when the things you treasure grow old and decay. Trust is a lie, all perception is blind. Sunglasses for the soul as we stare at the world. Biased, filtered, and selected for fault, we perceive what we want and want what we can't perceive. If I cut your tongue, would you bleed black and white? If I broke your mirror, would your face turn to soot? If I carved out your face, would your image remain, as foundation and mascara and faded lines of caring. I'd crush this fucking world for one last chance at hope. I'd break this fucking silence, if my words would mean more than the echoes they create. I'd tear the fucking clouds from the sky if it would bring this circle to it's end, instead of watching this endless cycle eat it's tail again and again and again. I never know when to shut my mouth, until someone sews my lips. I never know when to turn away, until someone turns the other cheek. I never know why I listen, until I need to hear myself. I would never tear your world to pieces, if you didn't hand it to me. I'd never smash this porcelain, if you'd remove the plinth that keeps it stable. But you don't, you leave it where the children run. Where the floor is tiled, where the lights are dim. You complain when you hear it shatter, but never mind, you've always got another. A hallway is just a meeting place for doorways. What lies behind is not it's fault. So many people take the easy route out, to bitch, and run, and scream and lie. To commit suicide and leave it all behind. I'd follow their example, but following trends is so last year. Copycat killers are never convicted, only the idea is executed. Human beings are capable of so much, yet we accomplish so little, and still we claim to be the most we are. Some of us are all of us and none of us are whole. Half selves claim dominion over wholes and holes are filled with halves.
I'd break myself in half, if I thought it would make a difference. But then there'd just be two people wasting space, and who the fuck needs that?
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