Paradise

Leave me where the raindrops tell a story,

Where I can dream without drowning in pain,

To dance upon a field of plastic irises,

I want to sink slowly into myself,

Tell the raining diamonds why I’ve turned into stone.

Swallowed up by silence,

Sorrowed by the silent screams,

Turned under the black leaf,

So I won’t have to see their mindless act,

Hear the familiar voices mocking this dream.

Leave me alone with my silver irises,

To be covered in cobwebs and tears,

I shall stare into the sky and silently sing my story,

Trailing my fingers along imaginary lines,

Feeding the pixies with the lies they’ve given me.

This is my Paradise,

Where the fallen angels have tattered black wings,

I can hear them shriek their mercy,

The agony ringing in my ear,

As the red river flows before me.

I will walk on by,

Then I’ll find that I cannot,

With healing hands I will save them,

Let them borrow my own wings,

To fly back into the fakeness they belong in.

You leave me with only your lullaby,

And its voice is killing me slowly,

The phantoms come out of the melody,

Clawing me yet calming me,

Dangling what was never mine in front of me.

My reality of purple skies,

Made by sadness, told in deception,

I’m making my own paradise,

Out of what you’ve given me,

In a pool of forgiveness and unshed tears.

Unscarred by the misery,

I walk around wandering,

Passing by the poisoned waters,

The fathomless oceans,

Where good girls drown.

Yet surrounded by my plastic irises,

I watch as the hours fly by,

My silver tears going unnoticed,

As the wind murmurs stories in my ear,

Chocolate apples floating before me.

I will continue to give,

Until my own wings are no more,

But tattered rags and bone,

I have realized nothing is black and white,

Shades of gray dominate the world.

In my twisted reality I call Paradise,

Everything is far from perfect,

But happiness comes to me in spades,

For fantasy is more tangible than solids,

In this world of candied clouds and perfection.