Black Masking Tape
crack, snap, crunch goes the sound of a breaking heart
after the tears splash and a door slams and the loneliness begins,
one can hear the faint sound of a stretching noise as shaking, slender
fingers pull black masking tape to conceal the cracks that lie on the heart.
again and again those sounds repeat and roll after roll goes the black masking tape.
constantly on the search for love and peeking around every corner, craving it.
but again and again your poor, sweet heart is broken,
until all that's left is a taped, tattered heart, wrapped tightly in a bitter, cold black
oh, heart of stone, where has your sweetness gone?
dark, hardened features dance across your face as you walk your lonely road
and grip your lovely, black masking tape
as time wears on, your heart grows colder and dark thoughts ensnare your attention
and one more time, just once more you pull out your black tape and head out
once again, faint stretching sounds can be heard again and a soft slapping sound
as the tape covers the surface of ill-fated mouths.
crack, snap, crunch is also the sound of an axe meeting a skull
but silent are the lovers of the hard-hearted girl as they drop to the ground
blood trickling down and lying abandoned in an alley, they lay
with mouths sealed shut with black masking tape
