Phases change in a day
Now I feel it
Tears subside in a daze
But it's not over
Stains of past reflections
Paint perfect pictures
Brush strokes made, but mistaken
And I can't let it paint anymore
And I finally found what's in the way
But I can't find what will make it fade
The mask we hide under
Gives way one day
Our bridges and supports
Collapse from under
Stains of future tear fall
Paint perfect pictures
Brush strokes mistaken, but made
Inevitably come as we mourn
And I finally found what's in the way
But I can't find what will make it fade
Medicated and living
But dying anyway
We keep trying, finding ways to survive
But in the end we always die
And I finally found what's in the way
And nothing will ever make it fade
Death
The picture painted at birth