Its deep and its soft
Its fast and it rushes
It’s caught in your throat
Words wrought hard
Malformed, twisted
Don’t stand there
The walls are crumbling
Don’t walk there
The sidewalks breaking
Don’t slide there
You may fall through
And wouldn’t that be a loss
Wouldn’t that be a loss
And simple and clean
Aren’t those the words?
To that song you knew
That made you stomach twist
Because you knew the truth
The truth, the undeniable truth
That when things are simple
They are black underneath
With hidden complexities
They break, they crumble
They fall apart
And their black nails scrape
Ravish and scrape
And pull you down because
Ain’t hell great
When you are with your friends
And that’s where you’re dirtied
Stained past staining
And on top of the dirt
Lies the stain of lying
Of deformities
And untruths
And you ain’t pretty no more
You ain’t so beautiful
And ain’t that a pity
Ain’t that a pity
And nobody to catch you
Nobody at all
Wonder if they love you now
Keep on wondering
Because it ain’t changing
Because everything is soft and everything is hard
The oxymoron life of yours
In ashes ashes
We all fall down.