Splitting Menagerie

When you're faking a smile for the
Orange dusted dusk, the pink tinged ribbons
Twining themselves around the broken flashbacks
In the breaking mirrored skies...
Splitting menagerie masks, all of the shame
Hiding upon the furious horizon.
You haven't talked to me in a while...
But I know you're lying when you say
You're OK. The words are too feeble to be real,
And all I can do is watch you fade
Into the burgundy skyline...

Burgundy like the blood seeping
When you cut your wrists today.  
Oh, your ravaged estranged heart
Is almost more than I can take,  
Your pain dismal against the shaded firmament.
I'd run a thousand miles to make it go away...
I'd run but could you tell me how far?
 

When the bedraggled limpness in your beautiful face
Falls like mangle winged butterflies in the
Orange beams of dawn. Your eyes once
Endowed with the simplicity of blissfulness;
They now darken to an ominous dusk and
I can't pull you out at all, haunted by the
Grieving scars, the kaleidescope faces of
The palest moon. Shame is like the
Night enshrouded flowers when you haven't
Laughed in so long. You tried to laugh tonight.
I know it was fake. It was too feeble to be real
And all I can do is watch you bleed every
Shade of demonic anger...

Streaking recklessly down the melting skies...
Your resplendent dreams, crestfallen in pieces
Every time you hang your head and cry,
Your tears beneath the meandering moon
From the dark wondrous eyes, the magic I once knew.
I'd hold you until all the hurt is gone,
I'd make it better only if you didn't turn away.  

When you're surrounded by just the night,
It's deepened grief beyond the silvery stars
Scathing surreality, eclipsing the occulted moon...
Have you become just like the howling ghost
After all of this time...don't you know that it's
No way to go, taking a knife to your wrist...
If I could pull you from the darkest corner,
Take your hand and make every creeping
Pain go away...you know I would.
You scraped another cut into your skin.
I know you did it today. It's still trickling blood
And all I can do is let you stain your own hands.

I would walk away but it's too hard letting you go,
These broken pieces like the drawn gypsy eyes
In the gleaming twilight skies, merging colors
Dancing intricately with shadows on the floor
And your smile is still too feeble to be real.  
I'd pick up the scattered pieces and put them
Back together, I'd make it go away but it's all
I can do just to be here for you .