the razor is sharp, but the pain is sharper

Part One : Pretty in Pain


we are built by monsters, with vicious atoms tearing at our soul. the night cries and the angels die. trumpets sound in the wind. and here we are. standing in the corner, head bowed and shoulders sagged. waiting for our punishment. waiting for the pain. tell me sir, "is it okay to be pretty in pain?" and if you want to know a tiny li'l secret. when you laugh it's because you think i'm joking. but when i laugh it's to keep from crying. because the atoms are tearing my soul. straight to shreds and i'm watching the love i had drizzle down the drain and go swishing away into the tears of the ocean. these are the words that are so hard to speak. so i sit silently in my corner and breathe. silently and alone. until i will die and no one will notice. because the silent are invisible and here we go again. standing in the corner, a muddled wreck of whatever we were. touching the damp spot in our shirt. wondering if it's blood sweat or tears. and up we look, to the heavens and ask god; "is it okay to be pretty in pain?" but he does not answer. no, no, no. he never answers. cryptic phrases from a forgotten age is all he's left us. but we lay back and take it. lay down and close our eyes to block the sight from our pain. to try and trick the mind into knowing something that isn't there. that this pain isn't what we want. but when the atoms stop destroying us, we weep a tear for loneliness. and for the change that will one day kill us. the change of life into death. and maybe one day, we'll meet in the stars and ask each other : "is it okay to be pretty in pain?"


Part Two : Kissing the Heavens


the stars are the only place where we'll feel at home. so far away from this earth we know. that we feel so alien meandering about. wishing for an excitement that is out of this world. drifting aimlessly in the comfort of our own procrastination. searching for a nation that will take us in. a place where we'll be accepted for who and what we are. aliens from a foreign land. burning out like sparks in the sky. twisting like a strand of DNA. but in the loneliness of space, we can answer ourselves. it is okay to be pretty in pain. because at least it's honest.


Part Three : Darkness in the Sun


the expanse of space, wrapped in the darkness of the stars shirks and shrugs. shudders and shrills. stands perfectly still and embraces us in its cold. the icy fingers running down our spine and in our throat. breathing in the frozen, to put our pain on ice. riding with the comets and shooting stars. catching a ride with a flicker of a thumb. the commitment of a universal journey. these are the happy moments, the practiced plastic smiles that we'll never remember. because there is no happiness in reality, only the comfort of our pain. but at least it's honest. and there's no truth in the lies of happy thoughts they try to speak to cheer us up. but here we are, in the stars, still asking ...

Is it okay to be pretty in pain?

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[♥ Courtney &hear..]

woah, this was intese. I love the way you wrote it, It felt like I could see everything, hear everything, feel everything. You did an amazing job.

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