Pretty Eyed Mess Maker

Torn apart.
Everything we used to have,
Is laying on the floor.

You see it.
You made it.
The mess,
But you won't clean it.

So I put on my bright yellow gloves
And I get to work.
You watch.
Unconvinced anything is going to change.

You'll see.
Theres still some fight left in me.


The smirk on your face,
Your soon-to-be-gone glory,
It fades.
Along with you,
And everything you strive to be.

You and I,
Are exactly the same.
You can't push me away.
I'm inside you.
Trapped, locked, in for eternity.