Prolonged DecayIn the blackest darkness…Nothing has been so clearTruths are burning everythingThe little white lies fly by and dieFamiliar terrors never get betterRewind, repeat, rewind, repeatAll the wants, the needs clumpOne undistinguishable massDripping, crawling to the next daySuch disgusting emotionsWanting so much and so littleAll for the impossibleCrimson rain, wash away the blackVile metallic taste to dried paper-lipsThere's always a priceIt's trapped within nowPulsating temple of wretched desiresNo more blood to giveThere are no more futile sacrificesThere are other ways to lose everythingTiniest glimmer of light, be gone!The eyes are unaccustomedThey have never beenIt hurts with false hope
RememberIn a faded day that was once glorious sunshine…It is that twilight between night and day.At the bus stop.At the outer crust of a large city.Not much to look at:A dilapidated house slumps across the streetIn front of my bus stop bench.It's an ugly abandoned cheap wreck.The windows are boarded.The door is unhinged and open.Weeds are tall and well assorted.Garbage litters the lawn.Every time I pass it I wonder –I wonder why it still stands.One would think it'd be knocked downTo accommodate the urban sprawl.A black shiny Mercedes creeps in frontOf the deserted house.It stops.The door opens.A well-dressed man with a briefcaseExits the car.He waves the car away.The sleek car drives away.There is an odd quiet,Interrupted only by a soft breeze.His face was a mixture,the expression traitorous to category.Extremely hard to describe, words slide.It was so pensive, yet sad, yet calmRelief is thrown in.There is even a speckle of amusement.His face turns fully to the
An Unfriendly VisitorHello Sorrow,No, it's not too late to visitme at this ungodly hour.No, you're always invited, yetyou're my rudest guest.Hello Sorrow,In your last visit, youtook everything.You left a barren wastelandin your wake.Hello Sorrow,I would like youto leave withoutDestroying me.This time.Hello Sorrow,I like how you comeat all the wrong times,but it's never a goodTime... To see you.Goodbye Sorrow,I grow weary of your presence.It's time to leave.But-I can never refuse your visits.
Liar.Liar.I am a great liar.I am a terrible liar.I am a terribly great liar.But,Who wants truth?Who wants to seethe Ugly Face of Truth?Would it be Charity,to tell a lie,in the face of a hideous truth?I would tell you the truthif you couldHandle the Truth.One cannot handle the truthif they cannot even handletheir Own Lies.Who is a liar?Everyone who has everDrawn Breath.Honest:Lies are security.How are you today?Good.A kind person is a liar.Would you calla stupid man stupid?A tactful person is a liar.Would you tell your momthat her haircut was awful?Perfection is a lie.A perfect person would beA Perfect Liar.Lies simplify.Lies protectLies are underrated.I am a great liar.I am a terrible liar.I am a terribly great liar.
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