Sugarcoated
Sugarcoated
I'm a wreck wrapped up in black velvet, an angel with wings burned to ash,
I carry every sin of this world like a coat I can never take off,
I think I'm untouchable, like a full moon that burns without ever being consumed,
I live inside a circle of smoke, and past it, only frozen, blind silence.
I don't care about anyone, I fight wars only with my shadow in the mirror,
My life has been a road of broken glass, not velvet, just ash and dust,
I live off crumbs of hope and off the norms that keep me caged,
I fly without wings through a hallucinated dream where everything feels like heresy.
I sell two stories with one tongue, like a snake with scales of silk,
My truth is dressed up in sugar, a sweet lie that leaves no trace,
My words are colored smoke slipping through the cold, distant stars,
Only in some lost corner of my mind do I still know what it means to be real.
But there was one time my tongue didn't lie, didn't wrap anything in fog,
I said that I had loved, and that word was my only ray of morning light,
Everything else is just fake stardust, just theater played out in the dark,
But that love stays pure, a lighthouse that never dims, a fairy-tale mystery.
Even if they lay me in a coffin, cold earth pressed against my chest,
Even if I become just ashes and shadow beneath the grass growing tall and straight,
That truth will stay carved into my bones, eternal and alive,
The one thing I will never change, not even in the emptiest of sleep.
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