Grim

Looking back through glassy years
Of trial and indecision
Careful not to break the myth of sin and greed
An empty vessel like the empty shell of me
I guess that you’d know better now
Stains on my soul
My dreams collide and take me over
Those ghastly little playmates are pushing razors through my skin
I cringe and twist away
They make it feel like pins and needles
Shattering my fragile ego to pacify their needs
So where are my muses when it hurts to look into the light
They shine in the dark
I’m watching them go
And I’m spiralling down again
An empty capsule like the empty shell of me
I guess that you’d know better now
Stains on my soul
My dreams collide and take me over
Those ghastly little playmates are pushing razors through my skin
They melt and slide away
Like liquid silver spirits
Blowing in a Jinn oasis
Toying with my broken ego
Bleeding into consciousness
A blight upon Gaia
An empty capsule like the empty shell of me
I guess that you’d know better now
Stains on my soul
My dreams collide and take me over
Those ghastly little playmates are pushing razors through my skin
I cringe and twist away