Unwashed white lace,
a place I disconnect
at the altar of
"I told you so."
Oh, black lace,
where I belong,
playing games with
your toy trains of thought.
You can not distinguish a single stain,
a fabric of white lace would show.
Could control be advantageous,
I'd use it to build your backbone.
Then watch your spine stand strong
through each train wreck.
I'd tone your character
with the quality of endurance.
Denial has the strength to create
the world's largest monstrosity.
