Destitute

Flying above mountains.
YOU took me down to fountain.
I have a moonflaw in the brain.
I couldn't convalesce.
I read this page again.
Can I change a thing?

Do I have the right to run
from these jokes and sticks and stones?
Tired to test my bones -
curves that I got graded on.
Strangers in my homes...
All the mirrors became crooked to fool this fool...

So I'm just gonna cry, looking in HIS eyes,
not knowing what's the price.
The traces left, but what's the point in being camouflaged,
if the best prey is also prize?
So I went home and wrote a whole damn book
about the fires that I drew
in the place where I grew.
I just want to know what made YOU
leave me here left and destitute?

I keep HIS hand in mine.
YOU'RE still the poison in my wine.
HE hands me potion
thrilled with your vile Anwesenheit.
I don't spit out the swallowed pride.
These tragedy I played.
The curtains falling on my head.
The dark I'm drowning in,
fills my stomach till I'm green.
And if it makes some sense
just leave my maimed
abducted heart.
I long for brand new start.

Someday this boulder falling down on me.
Their scythes cut my head off seemingly,
but one day when it leaves me
I'll see me as HE sees me.
This truly needless damages.
And all these timeless injuries
they turn into the scarless skin.
I'm touching HIM.
HE'S choosing me.
So desperately.

So, I'm just gonna laugh, looking in HIS face
like I don't know my place.
The traces left, but what's the point in being agonized
if the old hands are rusty chains?
So, I went home and wrote a whole damn book
about the trains, that I wrecked,
and the deaths that I sacked.
I just hope HE wouldn't want to
leave me here left and destitute.

Flying above forest.
YOU took me down to my nest.
I had  the best plans in the brain.