Gray's Apprentice
Big blue eyes are always hidden;
he smells like drugs and broken dreams.
He wants nothing more than to be bed ridden.
His skin is cracking at the seams.
Hollowed innocence with bags beneath;
nothing left but the colour of coal.
He only wishes his heartbeat would finally cease;
wishes he hadn't bought the time with his soul.
Whirling colours and lips so scarlet;
silken words too hushed to hear;
by definition a scholarly harlot;
a comforting touch is never near.
If you take apart what's under the flesh;
if you dare to look at his veins;
you'll see the blood has drained; has left;
and has left behind worldly stains.
You speak his name as if a curse;
a demi-demon not fit to help.
Without a thought you think the worst;
unaware that he does that himself.
He speaks in metaphor, and in prose;
his words are almost lyrical.
Beneath this beast, a human grows...
well, that's if you believe in miracles.
he smells like drugs and broken dreams.
He wants nothing more than to be bed ridden.
His skin is cracking at the seams.
Hollowed innocence with bags beneath;
nothing left but the colour of coal.
He only wishes his heartbeat would finally cease;
wishes he hadn't bought the time with his soul.
Whirling colours and lips so scarlet;
silken words too hushed to hear;
by definition a scholarly harlot;
a comforting touch is never near.
If you take apart what's under the flesh;
if you dare to look at his veins;
you'll see the blood has drained; has left;
and has left behind worldly stains.
You speak his name as if a curse;
a demi-demon not fit to help.
Without a thought you think the worst;
unaware that he does that himself.
He speaks in metaphor, and in prose;
his words are almost lyrical.
Beneath this beast, a human grows...
well, that's if you believe in miracles.