picture perfect

peels, peel back the layers to find the inside too has changed. what took you so long? asked the heart. a stranger stares back and says, it's almost done now, mostly complete, just some final touches to a ruined, empty, ghastly mansion that was bloated from cankerous sores, pus oozes out, stink filling the air. turn up the ventilation, exhaust fumes to be pushed out of this place called home! the heart beats weakly, i'll try to comply, sighed - works harder even though a mirror is not able to touch a desolation, a foundation gone awry. a master stroke, a genius inspiration or just another street performer mimicking well? a customer peels back memories, peels back to the heart - finds no deception, takes a leap of faith: i'll buy. gestures come cheap, talk is just a breath, emotions however sparkle, light up, become like fire when a branch gets torn from a living tree, failed to ignite under intense flames for life is untouched by memory relived. it's not the same thing dummy, called out the imp that tells half truths, the customer staggers about, holding his illusion of priceless worth, still living out tarnished memories made perfect. a mirror shatters, and luck has nothing to do with it: damnation found her way in when visual was taken as depth. whitewash, paint a rainbow, my little pony rides across to meet care bears unable to bridge one world to the next for a dream weaver who is no longer able to weave the next stich - a connector. you're fired, out, out you go admonished the producer unable to meet the deadline, tries to fix fragmented pieces with glue no longer sticky, cotton candy sizzles under heat, blackens, a bitter ending. what a sticky situation mused the heart still longing to take that silver from clouds hanging tauntingly. masses gather, storms brew, a hurricane throwing off silver into chaos - grab them while you can, logical, practical, theoretical, hypothetical, completely erroneous when rainbows depart upon towers of babel unable to balance their center of gravity, visuals, misalignment, surface, fantasies, picture perfect! who would say no? the core is corrupted, the core is rot, the core is babel still thrashing to live. peel back more, peel back till the heart shatters a mirror: you're not the most beautiful. the ugly, the down trodden, the ones who have to toil each day - who wants that? no one. broken pieces all around, shards sharp, milk sour, and a cottage filled with roses, humming birds darting back and forth, freshly baked cookies right out of the oven. a rainbow connects dream world to the next, when death comes first, death, putrid foul tasting death! who wants that? live, live, live everybody wants that. but heaven plays hide and seek, hides in clear sight - you' never actually wanted me, heaven sighs. only what i could give. heaven peels back the layers, each layer unwrapped till only the core remained.