The sunlight will die on it's own
just when you think you're invincible.
Maybe nothing is meant to be.
Maybe we're both irresponsible.
Lets give failure another chance.
It wears your face better than I do.
I'll pull you deeper through my veins
until carnivals of light turn blue.
Rollercoasters fall from their tracks,
sparking every laugh on the way down.
Cotton candy rots in your mouth
while you dress to blend in with the clowns.
Shadowed by unwanted children,
like a cult with balloons in their hands,
you walk through the midnight debris
as they follow your selfish demands.
Because sunlight died on its own,
you embrace what you don't want to be,
and the hole where your heart once was
is now the ugliest part of me.