| I would like to disappear To vanish from this place I could make amends with my looking glass I could think of italy and cobble stone streets The monster of Florence I could be a painter of murdered girls Or a painter of inferno's An arsonist in the beauty of the night Dragging my hands along an asylum wall A vagrant or beggar howeling God's name at the stars I see the chandelier in a two story mansion Golden curves and glass glittering like elaborate jewelry I imagine hooks suspending a flayed deer in it's place With chains ascending to the heaven's of the room The blood glitters in the sun That is creeping through the french doors And the air is dank and dead Like a mausoleum, untouched, undiscovered In a world of no tomorrows And strange revelations It becomes so routine for you To exist amongst such perfection But then again You know it's just one less creature To ruin the flowers of your precious garden I wish I could destroy all things beautiful |
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