Restless

I take this time to think about it,
the truth I take in restlessly sits
In my head full of harmless curiosity
toward my secret keeper, I am filled with animosity

The clock has seemed to vanish
I don't know how it managed
now darkly traced and shaded
my vision so creative
you know how long i've waited
I sit here full of hatred
regretting hesitation
my chances slowly faded

the petals of my flowers are carelessly bent
once was beautiful, now has endured it's punishment
the stems of deception hiss in judgement
wrapping round their illusions, all so violent

The projector of lifes untruthful sights
are taken away, it flashes the light
everything is gone, everything is hidden
by the time you understand, the sun's already risen 

The woodpecker pecks at the strings of my heart
nearly falling out and breaking apart
his eyes shine like lazors in a robotic fashion
these sights I see shape my mental condition

I'm unaware of the caring sensation that I should feel
the stinging feeling of success, it makes me feel real
the bitter taste of my life being molded
into a fully bloom flower, hit pause and its scolded

I get on my knees, I stare to the street lights
everythings not really there, oh what a strange sight
the characters in my story, they seriously show me
make believe may win the game, but in the end you're lost in the shame forever Re