Broken Hearts and Superstores.
I collide with the cosmos to transform
into millions of particles of light
all with the slight feeling that
the clairvoyance will soon end to allow reality
to again take its natural state.
My glasses found themselves a crack,
and within they concede their delusions and
I float down back into the real world.
Things were never what they seemed. Everybody lies.
Especially to themselves, if no one else.
If no one else, then lie to the rest of the world.
How would they know?
No one in their right mind wants to convince someone sick with insanity to change their mind;
if there is no mind to change, no heart to exchange.
Broken with misery and desire
sired from blackened pits of deceit.
But the only thing you can do with a broken heart
is to hope you've kept your receipt.
And stand in the long line in the middle of the local Superstore
wishing that you weren't just another lonely face
standing in place behind the ass with a basket:
full of broken hearts
cluttered in missing tears
drenched in superglue;
Hoping they'll find themselves a new home.
I found my damaged heart in the ravaged piles.
Beating. Just the way I left it.
into millions of particles of light
all with the slight feeling that
the clairvoyance will soon end to allow reality
to again take its natural state.
My glasses found themselves a crack,
and within they concede their delusions and
I float down back into the real world.
Things were never what they seemed. Everybody lies.
Especially to themselves, if no one else.
If no one else, then lie to the rest of the world.
How would they know?
No one in their right mind wants to convince someone sick with insanity to change their mind;
if there is no mind to change, no heart to exchange.
Broken with misery and desire
sired from blackened pits of deceit.
But the only thing you can do with a broken heart
is to hope you've kept your receipt.
And stand in the long line in the middle of the local Superstore
wishing that you weren't just another lonely face
standing in place behind the ass with a basket:
full of broken hearts
cluttered in missing tears
drenched in superglue;
Hoping they'll find themselves a new home.
I found my damaged heart in the ravaged piles.
Beating. Just the way I left it.