thus behold, awakened lies
that lie beneath my broken eyes
and i attempt to dye my dues
but die instead with broken hues.

and memories trapped in a jar
ajar; i'm open; bleeding scars
scared and thrusting forth my fist
finding out that this is bliss.

and though obtained is my soul
the sole will always go untold
you slap the faces of pretty girls
and women thus then uncurl.