Over (Poem)

Happiness is glamorous if you can afford it,

But I don’t mind ‘cause I’m going to absorb it

I’m ruined and lost, and probably crazy

But I’m so open, my soul is hazy

I lurk through the dark, not a cut of light

I’m a colourless rainbow in the midst of the night

Shadows don’t come around here anymore

And people make me disobey the law

But fuck them anyway, I don’t give a shit

I’m so full of pain in a game I cannot quit

A strange kind of love has made me blind

It’s got a grip on my stomach, and it’s draining my mind

If I could rewind every second for fun

I’d still lose because this game can’t be won

People have made my life a living Hell

But I’m addicted to them, can’t you tell?

I’d trade myself, but I have no soul to sell

I’m so dusty and worn, been too long out of my shell

And I want thank you, I really do

But I can’t so I won’t, ‘cause I’m lost like Cinderella’s shoe

I guess it was all good at one time

When my skin wasn’t leather and my blood wasn’t slime

I’ve dug my own grave, lying underneath all this dirt

I want to kiss an angel, I don’t want to flirt

Not with death or life, but I’ll be alright

Probably, and it’s already over