Venetian Blinds Poem by Mark Heathcote

How much are you proportionally full of hate
Do you wear a scarlet visor around your heart?
Is it even safe to look into your eyes?
I guess you have too many scares

Showing grey, blue through rotting flesh,
I must have been a fool breaking rules
Doing an autopsy; when it's abundantly clear,
Clear all that glitters isn't gold.

Sometimes you must fear what you might find
When you dig for treasure, you open a poison mine
How much hate do you keep inside?
I guess you still have too many scares

Showing grey, blue through rotting flesh,
I must have been a fool breaking rules
Doing an autopsy on you; when it's abundantly clear,
Clear all that glitters isn't gold.

Sometimes you must give up on dreams
Finding an oyster with pearls
How much hate do you keep inside?
I guess you're not ready yet to lift your Venetian blinds.