Tremor

My palette fades from colours to greys

As I wonder what life is like in the shade

The sun always felt so awfully grim

And the moon reveals their mechanical skin

 

Last Friday morning, I woke to shattering glass

Got up to find it was only my past

Breaking and entering into my dreams

I’m caught in that moment, forever it seems

 

A sea of burnt roses scatter the floor

Last night we were broken like never before

A cracked sculpture is my new canvas

You’re so lovely when I tear you to pieces

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