February Disaster

The February Disaster like a horric catchy song still boils and circulates through my mind A prisoner I've regretfully becoming, no surprise I am chained to a fence post like a rabid, savage dog it suits me right or does it suit me wrong Judgement is out of question and lying has never fit me well All of these stringed hearts suspended from the ceiling still bears the rememberance of the one I used to call... Heavily I want to combust, become a thousand yard firework spectacle 'I love you', I meant it, I believed it just to have it shoved back down my trachea like a dead animal being stuffed Perfect deception I'm not one to betrayed, so easily played but death has swept through me internally A day externally sitting in the rain needed assistance, a day of proclamation Here I sit an idiot, a waste of space no wonder I'm alone this day This masterpiece...what masterpiece... I was born a wreck, a walking mess what else can I do, nothing...nothing... entirely eradicated, suddenly evaporated A silhouetted mask supporting a weak smile, just another lie I lay witness to these paper hearts, a scream threatening to sound I once poured out my heart to have it stepped on and forgotten left in a barren wasteland of the decaying things I believed beautiful Said I don't care, said I was done sadly, it was over before it begun the inevitable was just too impossible to change and escape