I am Subtlety

[wasteof_paint73]

I’ve been reduced to a sentence, a simple catch phrase.
A minuscule existence I have managed to obtain.
I am an image that isn’t worthy of a reason or a name.
Complete with pedestal, top hat, and bullet through my face.

Rain drenched, I lay on a carpeted floor
Eyes open, at the ceiling I stare
I want to ignore my mind, but I’m
Hoping for something better
Better than, “she’s an artist in a world of,
in a world of the comprehensible.”

I’ve been stalling you from looking, seeing what’s underneath
the lack of knowledge, lack of reason, the pure simplicity
I am nothing but a line on the pavement of a street
I’m not the trench coat, but the combat boots, I am subtlety

Rain drenched, I lay on a carpeted floor
Eyes open, at the ceiling I stare
I want to ignore my mind, but I’m
Hoping for something better
Better than, “She’s unoriginal in this,
in this world of the beautiful.”

And I can feel my insides begin to scream
Your way of life is slowly beckoning
I am not another star-gazer, I am less free
Than the liquid seeping from your eyes, you are mystery

Rain drenched, I lay on a carpeted floor
Eyes open, at the ceiling I stare
I want to ignore my mind, but I’m
Hoping for something better
Better than, “she’s an artist in a world of,
in a world of the comprehensible.”