Only Chimney Tops for a Phoenix

Facing your own disgrace is something that leaves you with nothing,

People who have already tell you to accept,

Snapping in and out of that thousand yard glare to such a passive snare,

To you and anyone left around.

Face it though you get planted to the world like a cactus living on nothing,

Nothing but a natural fate,

Choice of a mate is easy for me; decent on the eyes and ears but the ruin remains,

At this point even a hug,

From someone decent becomes a few seconds in between haven and heaven, then let resolve die,

HOPE to brands left behind,

Perhaps but if only one would let me dissolve in privacy all this loneliness I could show her; a tissue stain

Away from inner peace.

Attest to the love and passion I was once capable of in public without anxiety of a future further shattered

Heart I carry,

I often ask them why, my face, my nose, I can cut it off you know,

Just once more,

To not care about anything but

Her.

Reviews

[Quill~]

Wow! This is deep... reminds me of Van Gogh...very personal and delicate. Well done!

[Karl Woof Junior]

yeah it needs a little work to be compared with van gogh maybe some flavor and color instead of being personal thanks dreamgirl

[Quill~]

:) my pleasure...

This part reminds me of Van Gogh- "Heart I carry,

I often ask them why, my face, my nose, I can cut it off you know"