Rinse

[Mannella]

My eyes spend so many hours behind glass.
Morning till night, from daylight to dusk.
Ragged on the edges and torn at the corners,
it's time I change my lenses.
I think, and I pretend not to know,
but very night, as I stare into the mirror,
my secret is blown.
I'm blind to the world and caught beneath a haze.
Somehow, I find the need to scream.
Was last summer the climax?
The poem that whispered of trembling arms at the wheel
and the desire for just one more day?
Every one of my anthems blows a bubble in the air.
Treble and bass are the storybook to disaster,
but I just want to know, what is everyone looking at?
I'll cut the corner and plow through the dust,
tires will screech and flip into a wreck.
Peel my eyes away, look behind the light.
Lean into my rocking chair, listen to the delicate tap.
And so it is, just like I dreamed it would be.
Free and easy, just like the smoke I exhale.
Most of the time, I'll ignore the pain, the strain.
But then, as I take my glasses off to sleep,
I know this is not glory.
There is no hero in the scar,
I can't even see without the aid of chemicals.
My glasses are off, and the light is dim.
It's a bright night for a shining future.
but lord-fucking-jesus, I can't take my eyes off of you.

[TK]

nice. I really liked the beginning and the end. Some parts were just a little boring though, but overall, nice work.