I've kept secrets
in the crevices of my apartment.
You disregarded my every attempt
to prove everything evident
instead of playing dead
for once in my life.
Now, I shed time
accommodating my whole life
with locks and blinds,
the same view with a new light
that's not painted to cover up the occupants who bled here like I did,
who lived here like I did,
who died here like I did,
who left earth like I did,
and who changed their
perspective and clothes
for a place that no one knows,
for a frame I named uncomfortable
compared to angel wings and halos.
Wasted time
accommodating my whole life by
pacing my
apartment where we used to lie around;
in the brightest secluded
space in this whole town
where you never come around.
No, you never come around.
So, pay no attention to that man
behind the curtain;
the great one has spoken.
I just think it's time that you
opened up your
eyes and thought of another
before yourself.
It's time.
