Hearts a Feather

I wear iron as skin and my hearts a feather.
Just came to realise it wont last forever.
Never been so parted.
To someone so beautiful.
Rip off this armour, view this heart of an artist, so tender.
I go to ask them the question I've been meant to ask but can't remember.
Memory suspends, I can't argue forever.
I paint my canvis the way I see life.
Im on task, I never.
Come to an end of my art.
The end of my path.
Begins with a million of my stars, that shreds us.
A billion of my bars are remembered.
Now dot point the number of times I lied, being in the dark and entered.
The light, in which you willingly became it.
I embraced it, took this way of life and put it in entertainment.
All the smiles, laughs, crys, all I would blame it.
On the faces.
Of your lives and your hatred.
I blame it on the sky and whats painted.
On the clouds thats a canvas.
Whats paint is just inspires those who paints with.
Two eyes, a brain, mind and creation.
Someone who can find their placement in life and chase it.
Im fine in the basement.
What I hide isnt gay, I hide my written art in pages.
A notepad app with a lock, to protect myself from the truth.
If found out, things and shit would just be different.
Different between assume and the actual thing, its addictive.
My mission isnt to do, its to bring in some listeners.
Every second remembered and lyrics touching some hearts.
You can still assume im heartless but think about what someone with no heart would do.
I'd be in glue, a sticky mess, every inch of my mental image depressed.
Anxious and stressed about the next day, time ticking, the big hand.
Is my best friend.
Time is skipping, my mind is dripping the repetitive start and end.
Immense and sensitive.
I'll pretend to be listening, your voice is dense, im sensing it.
It puts me in a trance, an ambulance.
And wake up with stiff hands, dismantle them.
Stiff neck, shake like an animal and act like it.
Fuck eating lettuce, im a cannibal, god dammit!