A skin of flower petals and a sparkling smile Are apparently worth a human soul That smile is nothing but a stain on a portrait And that skin is a sleeve That holds freezing cold stones How am I the only one who wonders where the rest of you is? Where do you store empathy Where do you keep compassion, ambition, emotions When you speak freely, from what planet inside of your mind does it derive? Because the cracks in the solid brick you are built of Are far too small to house the concepts that make up a functional being I handed you a shovel, darling I handed you a shovel, but you tossed it to the side, like it was useless Like I would pick it up myself and try yet again to dig you out I can't dig you out, no one can You dig yourself out or you suffocate under your stone You perish in your own personal earthquake An avalanche of you crumbles down and brings your dark empty city to ruins I often wonder how a walking rock can pass as human How a bite can pass as a feast How a flashlight can pass as the sun How two separate beings such as you and I Can be placed on the same scale Can be equally worth nothing at all At a certain point, I became almost as bitter as you I have slowly grown into a stone person too Living my days frowning through frozen smiles Glaring out of broken window eyes You are a wicked Medusa like that Turning civilians into your worst enemies for entertainment Looking down upon other broken people, as if you are any different As if you are redeemable You should have taken the shovel When you had the chance