A Scarlet Frame
I often never wondered
Of who I would become.
I left it up to fate
And life
And God to sum it up.
But here I am,
This being.
A Scarlet, sketchy frame.
A faceless soul of
Faced up Lies,
And heartache in-between
And my body is lean and meager;
My mind? A fragile thing.
I coaxed it into
An angstful tune;
Of which? I'll never sing.
Of who I would become.
I left it up to fate
And life
And God to sum it up.
But here I am,
This being.
A Scarlet, sketchy frame.
A faceless soul of
Faced up Lies,
And heartache in-between
And my body is lean and meager;
My mind? A fragile thing.
I coaxed it into
An angstful tune;
Of which? I'll never sing.