Mad Again
Every single word of it was true
Every sad song I wrote was about you
You painted my golden gates black
Made me complacent to everything I have
Now I've never been this mad
No, I'll never be this mad again
I wrote 16 verses for every month I punished myself
For not being as bright as the stars that could illuminate hell
I broke the same string 300 times and never saw it as a sign
That I could ever find sublime singing about the good things in my life
I remember three years of being this mad
I'll always find a reason to be this mad again
I threw up swear words I couldn't put onto a page
And kept my malevolent intention confessions in a cage
But their whispers are ivy to my stone mansion mind
Poisoning every nightly dimension that made you shine
I know how much it's made me mad
It'll find it's way back to me and make me mad again
You've been pandering the sapphire ink that dreamt you up
Crimson love and blood orange lust, I thought I knew what you want
But the seas have turned purple and the lilacs pink
It all made me wonder what I was thinking
Pushing myself over cliffs to go mad
Tattooing how it felt, so I won't go mad again.
-auctor

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