Where have all my beautiful things gone.
Someone stole them from my house.
I put them in a tiny lockbox.
Somewhere safe and secret.
You don't want to hear about it.
There's nothing inside.
Just a few scraps of paper.
An ugly old stuffy doll.
Nothing but a few ideas about life
nothing of any value at all.
Molded tin with little paint chips falling off.
Much like my razor blade heart,
rusted webbed and spidered apart.
There's nothing to it really.
Just another tin box to put myself in.
Nothing but a little cozey cage where I live.
Starving myself just to stay safe.
Insect legs broken off.
Tiny whispers stored in jars.
Little wishes and unloved thoughts.
This is where everything beautiful is locked.
Nowhere to go but down and further away.
But today
someone took my box away.
Someone took my little ugly box.
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to cry.
Nowhere for my empty little heart to die.
Just an empty space, marked only by the absence of dirty-
a little square of barren pretty.
Cuz someone took my box of beautiful
fucking
things
away.
Little hidden empty box.
Full of dreams and broken thoughts.
Falling star pieces and torn off wings.
Nothing there but tortured
virgin
screams.
