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Ink Over Eye (Ugly Beholder)
V1:
Maybe it's best;
choking on teeth.
Woke yesterday
to pearls in the sink.
No cusp to chew,
or wells made for ink;
just bleeding gums -
grin to distinct
a man from his mettle,
collected for weeks
to melt into color
no brighter than bleak.
My sight had been framed,
and blurs never peak,
but the wash was a comfort
that felt right to seek.
I dipped into bowls;
fingers felt weak,
but brought to my eyes:
the shade let me breathe.
The pretty suppressed,
the ugly perceived,
and this in between
held nothing for me.
Chorus (1/2):
These painted locks;
switches made white,
shut out the light:
ink over eye.
Ugly beheld,
ugly defied;
de-mystify:
ink over eye.
V2:
Maybe it's not;
I couldn't relate.
I know my own void -
what it might take;
the heat of my breath -
how it might taste,
and who it offends
when I let it escape.
My spark in the blue,
beaten by shade;
fading, replaced
by dull masquerade.
I look through the paint,
its gloss with its straits
and see it a waste,
just dotting my face.
Blotting in hew
and set like a stain;
newborn and blind,
frowning the same.
Drowning in flames,
smoke-hardened glaze,
enveloped for days
in dark that I've made.
Chorus:
These painted locks;
switches made white,
shut out the light:
ink over eye.
Ugly beheld,
ugly defied;
de-mystify:
ink over eye.
These severed ties;
robbed of my sight.
Wronging of right:
ink over eye.
Self overwhelmed,
self to describe;
seek to deny
ink over eye.
