Brass trumpet
Brass trumpet.
Ugly, is an ugly word.
A mirror of reflection.
A stone cast into a pond, and the wave that came back.
Cutting your self with words.
A mirage for a soul.
Waving at yourself in the distance.
A Dorian Gray without a hexed self-portrait.
Nothing left, but a cursed imagination.
Never trust your own eyes.
Cursed magic.
The magic of a curse.
Karma for the cheap.
Entropy for the poor.
A psychosis for the week of mind.
A seven-day turnaround time.
Beautiful Saturday,
inner despair Sunday,
pain Monday,
no hump Wednesday.
A Narcissist up for raffle, the lucky dip wheel.
Tickets sold for a side show mirror personality.
Defending the indefensible?
Nothing to fill the empty hole.
Buried to the neck cold.
Stoned in a glass house, on a freezing day.
No fire in existence to keep you warm.
Hidden from the world.
Sheltering your hypocrisy, hug it to keep you warm.
Ugly is, as ugly is.
Not my call.
The turtles looking on.
Brass trumpet
Brass trumpet.
Ugly, is an ugly word.
A mirror of reflection.
A stone cast into a pond, and the wave that came back.
Cutting your self with words.
A mirage for a soul.
Waving at yourself in the distance.
A Dorian Gray without a hexed self-portrait.
Nothing left, but a cursed imagination.
Never trust your own eyes.
Cursed magic.
The magic of a curse.
Karma for the cheap.
Entropy for the poor.
A psychosis for the week of mind.
A seven-day turnaround time.
Beautiful Saturday,
inner despair Sunday,
pain Monday,
no hump Wednesday.
A Narcissist up for raffle, the lucky dip wheel.
Tickets sold for a side show mirror personality.
Defending the indefensible?
Nothing to fill the empty hole.
Buried to the neck cold.
Stoned in a glass house, on a freezing day.
No fire in existence to keep you warm.
Hidden from the world.
Sheltering your hypocrisy, hug it to keep you warm.
Ugly is, as ugly is.
Not my call.
The turtles looking on.