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