GRVS - SALTNPAPER

Place your palette on your passiveness what do you ask of this

Your apathetic portraits of your lavishness

Havoc gets the upper hand tainted by the savages

Passion of disaster is habits turned to sacrilege

Your abandonments cannot be covered up

Little clues you leave behind you think they’re subtle

But it’s enough for the colors to be skewed

It’s only so plain to see the reflections in your hue

I see through I see your true colors

The irony you stand for you not being you

Taken in by this illusion of mistaken friends

And breaking ends to make new

Inside it’s a bitter sweet symphony

Underneath the bridge of broken symmetry

Where it hides all distractions have quieted

And eyes get wide to the truth

You hide it visibly

Could it be it’s just your misery?

Killing these selfish dreams without a drop of sympathy

Or your empathy

It’s just another artificial memory