"you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings,"

[annorexorcist]

When it rains, it scars,
the lack of vision I can feel,
You are my problem, and my solution,
so why does it stay so surreal?

Is it a reflection?
or an obsession?
It's hard to tell with my lost view

A connection?
or lost affection?
I can't tell, it's still in you

Ripped me apart from the insides,
or is it my peace I could sell?
Maybe when I'm older,
I could do it, I can tell,

Why do I trip over witnesses?
my solution has spilled on the floor,
I must have lost my ed-u-ca-tion,
because all I want is more

just one more taste
of your contribution,
my lovely liquor,
my only solution

_______

I need more paint.