frame of worldview

Well, here it goes, my first real post on my writing blog. I hope it is recieved well. (wait, that would be e before i... I always do that)

So, here it is, a poem I wrote that was originally going to be a song with my band, but we are having great difficulty putting it to music, and still fitting it into the frame of our style. We may do it eventually, but until then, you can enjoy it right here:

Below her smile lies depression and torment
And all the years of sadness and pain.
She, over time, began to experiment
With everything she could obtain

Colors burst forth from the canvas and palate
Her eyes ripped open and could finally see
The sounds in her ears, like a string quartet,
Opened her up, and her heart was set free

Patterns arose from the smoldering depths
They enthralled her, and made her believe
That something out there, more important than love
Could change what everyone could achieve

Soon the magentas and bright turquoise explosions
Began to fade from her peripheral view
Her only true hope of better excursions
Was with the help of a psychedelic cue

Soon the only thing that people could see
Was the false exuberance she displayed
She buried her true identity
in the drugs that had initiated this charade

When the colors burst forth from the canvas and palate
Her eyes ripped open and could finally see
The sounds in her ears, like a string quartet
Opened her up, and her heart was set free

Patterns arose from the smoldering depths
They enthralled her, and made her believe
That something out there, more important than love
Could change what everyone could achieve

For her, the pain and suffering had just disappeared
But for family and friends there was a long road ahead
And eventually the call meant just as they feared
Her happy existence had put her on her death bed

As the world gathered ‘round her final resting place
And the sea of tears filled the void in their hearts
They did not understand what had happened to her
As her soul left her body, and her grave counterparts

That was when the colors burst forth from the canvas and palate
Her eyes ripped open and could finally see
The sounds in her ears, like a string quartet
Opened her up, and her heart was set free

Patterns arose from the smoldering depths
They enthralled her, and made her believe
That something out there, more important than love
Could change what everyone could achieve