Tear a Gash

Socratic

Will you join me in this place I love to burrow? Where I wear myself thin. Any hand that tries to pull me out keeps me even more in. You don't help if this means dirtying up your clothes. Even when it's cloudy I get the sunshine.

I'm leaving but before I'm gone I have just two demands. When you look in mirrors realize how gorgeous you are and tear a gash in your wedding dress. Those bells could have rang for us. I have kids with you in my mind.

They raised themselves without a mother. Just the stories I tell of her. "Oh father where is she and when will she return?" "Well I don't know. I have a confession for you, my son. This woman I obsess about doesn't exist. The world you live in is fake. I made the whole thing up."

I'm just electrical left out in the rain. I turn magical and disappear from this place that I cannot change where idiots rule the world. I murder a child for peace just to get into heaven. Then I sit around with the deceased and chat about how we were living. I'm glad I didn't make it out alive.

Now I live in a place where anger no longer grows. Planes don't fly over my head. No one gives me looks. I spend my time with my kids. I'm just as fake as them now. I raised them with you in my mind. I'm not as real as I appear. I'm just as fake as them now.