Mad Girls

I've seen mad girls dance inside the whites of your eyes
They're the kind that make grown men weep.
And the dreams that you reel off your lips
Aren't the ones your heart whispers, "Seek".
After all the lies are spun to your will
What paths uncleave their tongues for you?
Is there light at the end of this story
And will anyone wait by the door?

Now we watch as flowers tremble in the drizzle
of creatures writhing in the glow
And all the laughs you fed his soul
are trampled into wisps.
I've heard all of the mad girls,
the cackling chorus of your mental debris.

And oh how thick your tears must taste
As you struggle in the traps
of what you thought was his love.