the dark in heart.

There’s something about the dark that has me captivated right now
Maybe it’s the way flaws and wrongs all disappear into one big black wall
And you no longer hold the right to be likened by suitors to our lord…
Maybe it’s ‘cause there you are just you and not a lady trying to fill a void
Another modern day Don Quixote in search of glory you sadly must remain devoid.
Here… in the dark, the only thing real is the fact that you are yet to come up for air
Smothered and buried by the very beings you attract with your all sizes magnet.
Normally, I’d leave, not able to stand the thought of you giving yourself away
But I swore, to prove to you that sometimes many, can’t perform the task of one
So Im forced to watch as you listen to the slither sounds these dudes make
As you remain enchanted by the very promises of Joy I can readily provide.
Sometimes I feel like I’m like Kimbra, screaming ‘somebody please’ in my own way
But the somebody we scream at is too busy chasing the next handsome to really hear
So our efforts are much like sand being thrown into the air,
To stop the wind from blowing into a mess our hair.
And somehow I can tell you simply won’t get the metaphor here
For even in the dark you seem to think you’re bright enough to be right
But all you are right now is a counterfeit, an amateur copy of a grand blueprint
Laying forgotten in the dark that captivates me gathering dust and insect crap
And it saddens me that it’s beyond me the power to make you see me inside out
Our fairytale ending chased away by little imps that hate the fairies that carry it home.