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This window is painted black...

Bring your voices and all of your judgements, your chemical imbalanced faces and sideways canals that you flood with insecurities. Go on and laugh, take pride in my depressed hands. Go up and out of yourself with mockery because you know exactly who I am, dont you? You know it all because you have heard it before, you have heard to purple echoes of agony that screams across dark blue midnight wind. You wrote the how-to manual on pointing fingers for handless hawks, laughing behind feathered thoughts and well dressed passive aggressive behavior. You wear it proudly like a new pair of gloves... no one has noticed the blood stains on your fingerprints have they? Lets hope not. ... ........ dont worry, I wont tell a soul.

You walk on burning bridges with stapled smiles smeard across your twitching face.
I have watched you day and night from my isolated vantage point... you are fascinating, but not to me. You speak endlessly of far off dreams and fierce fights with unimaginable beasts. You carry your heart high and preach "wisdom" to the wandering weak. In a shedding snake skin kind of way... you amuse me.

Go on, tell me of the wonderful things you have done.

-Matty

Description
This window is painted black...

Bring your voices and all of your judgements, your chemical imbalanced faces and sideways canals that you flood with insecurities. Go on and laugh, take pride in my depressed hands. Go up and out of yourself with mockery because you know exactly who I am, dont you? You know it all because you have heard it before, you have heard to purple echoes of agony that screams across dark blue midnight wind. You wrote the how-to manual on pointing fingers for handless hawks, laughing behind feathered thoughts and well dressed passive aggressive behavior. You wear it proudly like a new pair of gloves... no one has noticed the blood stains on your fingerprints have they? Lets hope not. ... ........ dont worry, I wont tell a soul.

You walk on burning bridges with stapled smiles smeard across your twitching face.
I have watched you day and night from my isolated vantage point... you are fascinating, but not to me. You speak endlessly of far off dreams and fierce fights with unimaginable beasts. You carry your heart high and preach "wisdom" to the wandering weak. In a shedding snake skin kind of way... you amuse me.

Go on, tell me of the wonderful things you have done.

-Matty