"Franco"

Sanctuary in the dark loom
Found solitude in a crowded room
Sang my verse for all the world to see
Seek the words to set me free
Ode to those who long to believe

Franco was the master of disguises
Learned to mask what he was hiding
Was a student to the art of lying
Was constantly crying behind closed doors
Was flabbergasted when blinded
Shunned with silence
Franco felt his heart bleed
As he watched Penny turn her cheek

Underneath the porch swing
Is a trick sleeve
Where I put my most sentimental memories
Soaked in mold and bee stings
Guarded by prickly things
She who is brave will face me

She tells me the story of her downfall
Examining the creases in my face
Looking for the practitioners magick
Sad to say I don't have any of that
I am just studying your silhouette
Looking for what the light dims
The closest thing to real as your next of kin
I have long feared the repercussions of my sins
Would shine sun through my grin
Divulge blackness

She is scanning the radio
Looking for the perfect song
To match the outline of the heart in her chest to the rest
All that shit your art leaves out
I realized catharticism is just a flight plan
Do your best to describe what you can
Settle on the color scheme in your pan

Franco pulled his gun
Shot Penny in the back
Smelled the arsenic
Had no desire to go back