Description
Hollow words fall from my lips
As rose petals flutter about us
I reach out my hand
And the world shatters at my touch
But I still smile
My face is carved marble
Cold…unmoving…yet precious
‘I am nothing but fragments
Of times long since passed
Pieced together by my own will
And held there be fear
I am nothing but sadness unending
Tears that flow into rivers
And cries that echo on sorrowful winds
Going unanswered far too long
I am nothing but wretched pain
A traitor’s knife in my gut
And lips that whisper sweet nothings
As blood drips from my wounds
I am nothing but tall tales
Clinging to those that listen
And falling from rooftops
When you cease to believe
I am nothing but groundless rumour
Gliding on the tongues of liars
As I poison their minds
With sweet, unholy delights
I am nothing but a faceless doll
Even loyal and abiding by
The strings that pull me along
Cutting my flesh into beautiful, crimson ribbons
I am nothing but a punching bag
Designed with anger in mind
Tattered and worn
Falling to pieces at your pleasure
I am nothing but raging desire
Flames lick at my skin
As shrieks of pleasure rip my throat
Pulling me into ignorant bliss
I am nothing but paper flowers
Bought and thrown away
Crinkled petals and broken stems
An imitation of better things
I am nothing but a nameless face
Known, but forgotten
Wandering streets on cool nights
Outside your spectrum
I am nothing.
That is all.