You fashioned ribbons out of the words you sang, Tying my soul up in yards and yards of unhealthy argot, A vernacular of lies and under appreciated fabrications. I think this is almost amusing as I’m being strangled by These swaths of mediocre fabric, gagging and laughing While the sunlight struggles to pierce this cloudy veil. They tell me you could never love me the way I need it, Knowing full well just how attached I am to you And how deep your hooks had settled, embedded in my heart. They tell me you’re just f*cking with me. All these falsehoods are driving me to the breaking point, but You’re knotting up more ribbons and bows and bands And all the other decorations you’ve acquired to keep my tied down And worthless. You’ll stretch them out just enough to give me room To thrash about, gesturing to your chest and succeed to make me tired As I watch you fashion a heart with your fingers. Comprised of anything and everything related to us, I can see How hollow I must look to anyone willing to steal a glance through the Pane of my existence. I suggest wiping away the immorality and smut To get a better look inside. I also suggest you ignore the finery, And never accept the temptation of these wrappings. For more, feel free to visit my deviant art. Chance's DA WARNING: I do have mature content in my gallery.