Abysmal Skies (Original)
(I should be doing homework...)
When you're hanging onto boredom and you don't know why
And you're painting all the pictures of abysmal skies
And the fires burning every page you painted
Etching painful smiles in scorched array
Articulating every line, avoiding fray
And suppressing imperfections in a picture frame
Keep it hidden from the flame
Never let it see the light of day
We'll be okay
As long as we keep painting pictures
We'll use all the walls as our canvas, and if there's a fuse, hand it
Over and light it embrace it, don't fight it
Elatingly vibrant
Distractions are violent
As they hold you by the throat, allowing only sighs
To escape as an idea undetected by
Ordinary, uninspired, mediocre sets of untrained eyes, but I suspect
Colliding with the canvas, it will leave a mark
That the visionaries notice and provide a spark
To eliminate the color and replace it with the ember. Just remember why you came
Your breath is running out
This boredom is a game
Distraction never doused
Your time never regained.
Tie hands, cover the mouth
