Paint Me An Ugly Duck
Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere
The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions
Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare
Surprise, it is another birthday, traveling through the flow of time
Stop this ride, we have encountered a problem, but no one seemed to care
There are many screams and awfully many more tears carved on these walls
Votive candles consigned happy wishes but overlooked my prayer
Only a color in a mosaic frame, thought I was something more
Wearing a pale jacket, apparently, I’m an infectious nightmare
Everyone else appears to have vibrant smiles and briskly smooth motions
Unbalanced, cannot advance, unable to conform to this wheelchair
I was searching for deliverance perhaps from Slipper or Charming
Flames blew out, crocodile ate my cake, and chains enveloped my footwear
Watched the paint smear as a toddler topple while dancing on a wall
The dragon loves to steal treasured chromas by hoarding them in its lair
Artist! My obit will say, "Counterfeit, pathetic, unfit misfit"
Wishes are unfair, there is no cake or prayer for my teddy bear
Standing near the periphery earth's end with a serpent knotted around my neck
I, the dead color Fool for faithfully believing but having failed everywhere
Owing to the profusion of unfastened pins, the moment is prepared for the recycle
Not the populace inadequacy, I was manufactured with all the faulty hardware
Weathered and stagnant, desiring the second chance, I once had a dream
I’ll need a needle and thread for something has unraveled at the seam
A shattered stained-glass window, the Artist has answered the Devils’ instead
An anachronism, a blunder, it's painful to breathe, a tub of abhor memoirs
My guardian angel, an abrasion in the snow, is frozen with dread
Sun evanescent, flocks depart, flying westward to the frames of the ending shores
Too many things undone and too many undone things will go left unsaid
The flare's brush anoints the impressionist rainbows on the canvas’s waterbed
The melodies of torment, the child yearning invocation, but no one seemed to care
Chamber of lead, the heaven's bled, gently cradling the head of my sweet teddy bear
The lunatic, awakened and degenerated, pulls the final thread. Click. Die guck
Saturated fountainhead turned the cotton ball red, twilight and nothing more
Closed healthcare, a chupacabra scare, and the last raindrops fall and stick
The lame duck resides at the bottom of the tub, muck and out of luck
Baptized in the black Milky Way aqua, left lies lost love Lady Ophelia
With impasto insignia sangria droplets, the Artist graffiti on the wall the picture of medusa
17 July 2016 Updated 5/14/209
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