Pretty Little Hands...

I sleep standing up, 

I'm so tired of excuses, 

Seeping through your teeth, 

You think the world resolves around you, 

I wake, 

My heart is breaking, 

Its tired too, 

Tired of you. 

The skin you wear, 

Is tattooed with pictures, 

Of yourself, 

The skin i wear, 

Is cut open, 

Bleeding beer and my mind. 

These scars reflect war, 

The war i have went through, 

It lasted years, 

My mind talks to my head, 

The shell around the brain, 

Is full of little dangers.. 

I despise the fake world, 

I crave fairness, 

But i have been struck with failure, 

I lift my bones and walk, 

Through a barrage of stricken lovebirds, 

Trying to kiss love into each others blood, 

I witness courage, 

I see life finally flourish, 

Oh life.. 

I see her as a character in a book, 

One with a crazy mind, 

One that takes on the bitter side of the world, 

She is the emperor taking on the tide, 

The tide that will crash into her wall, 

The wall she built with her pretty little hands..

These scars reflect war, 

The war i have went through, 

It lasted years, 

My mind talks to my head, 

The shell around the brain, 

Is full of little dangers..