Careless.

Temperature failed to keep my hands steady, so I've gotta turn back time.
Get me closer to the sun, before It get's too dark to see the details.
Strap myself to a rocket, just to escape. Neglect the preset.
Too bad I'm a filter to a cigarette for the habit. I think I've had it.

Enough of not hearing melodies to back words.
Speaking backwards.
Like speech is Picasso, with tiled perspective.
Beautiful stigma.
Everyone's doing it, so smile and pitch in....
Throw some gas on the fire.

But wait, don't let colors suck you in. Paralyzed like a white sheet, quiet.
Scared of your mind, and the lines that keep bleeding and leading you on.
Solitary service for a solitary purpose purposing a turned head.
That's not so safe, leaving glass slivers for friends to enjoy deeply.

Before the sun goes out. Get me closer.
I'll show you proof of a pulse. (Please.)
Try to confide, in the anti. (Leave.)
A note before, red runs through.

But the big picture explodes and blows your mind. Every time, every time.
So blind to the sublimation of the very things you believe in, it's ugly.
Not just to me, but everyone in between you and the worldly view.
Solitary service for a solitary purpose purposing a turned head.

Enough of not hearing melodies to back words.
Speaking backwards.
Like speech is Picasso, with tiled perspective.
Beautiful stigma.
Everyone's doing it, so smile and pitch in....
Throw some gas on the fire.
Go ahead and preach that indecision cares.
A white lie, spills.
Cause we're all clumsy when we don't look up.
Beautiful stigma.
Makes an ugly outfit of you, accurately detailed.
Truthfully said.
I don't like pictures like you hanging to choke.
Softly losing.

Reviews

[lizap]

i think you are really talented and know how to express yo thoughts and feelings and that's amazing..i loves this piece...
never stop writing..!

Liza

[Mortricia]

"Too bad I'm a filter to a cigarette for the habit. I think I've had it."

I really enjoy this line; it's catchy.

[hey]

beautiful
i love the last stanza :]