Eleanor Rigby

Peel off your layers, 

Eleanor Rigby, 

The face you keep in a jar by the door, 

When life's lights dim, 

To whom have you shown your face?

Shown the rainbow colored scars and iridescent tears, 

Invisible at first sight but always written on your face, 

Written like your beloved words, 

Etched into your wrist like a sacred prayer.

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah.  

Solitude wraps around you dark and twisty, 

Like the Snake, 

But you've never had an Adam to tempt, 

A God to answer to, 

You are alone. 

Alone with your thoughts,

Your prayers to Gravity, 

The only thing keeping you grounded, 

Stopping you from escaping to Cloud Nine.

Try and click your heels three times and change your name to Dorothy, 

But you'll always be the Tinman, 

Shiny on the outside, 

Empty within, 

Begging for a heart, 

Being told to dig deeper. 

And deeper, 

Until you dig a hole to the China of your soul, 

And still come up empty.