The leaves on the trees don’t provide shade from the fears
That infect my thoughts and invade my tears
These voices in my head are all that I hear
My eyes as my windows are now crystal clear

I carry an umbrella but I still feel the rain
Stick me another needle, I still feel the pain
I’m trapped, stuck in this small life frame
With no one but myself to blame

I jump off a cliff and plung into a pool of doubt
Hoping the liquid will turn me inside out
Expose my interior, show what I’m all about
Turn the volume of life up loud

Create a portrait of many colours
Show what has been hidden from others
It’s time to pull off the decieving covers
And let them see what’s really under

A flower in the deepest wilt
Crying over the milk that’s spilt
One who’s head is always a`tilt
Wearing the softest expression of silk

Living such a fragile form of life
Wearing black like a mourning wife
Sending off a vulnerable vibe
Being sucked in by the rising tide

One more tragedy to tip the boat
With no life jackets to stay a`float
Tip toeing on the saddest note
Balancing on delicate woes

A dark ballerina in a black tutu
Dancing in her crimson shoes
Portraying a life, one of whom
Has left themselves to face their doom

The raven in a pack of swans
Focussing on the worst of cons
She gave up all her closest bonds
To be the Dark Raven Swan

 
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