Two figures
Shadows on the horizon
Clashing together
Remaining separate forever
Breaking bones
As a sign of will
Yet when the sun rises
They look out, forgetting what to do
They turn to the rising sun, one says:
"The beauty never dies, it will forever survive."
Turning back to each other
Blooming beauty brings back burning burdens
A crack and a crunch
Then, no more

Truth varies
On who you ask
A constant source
For confusion, not clarity
No wonder no one can agree
Because the lingo used
Only applies to humanity
Who swim forward like manatees
Ignoring the sights and sounds
For routine, dreams
All parts of the scene
Every act has a curtain call
When will the curtain fall?

Fake places
Fake races
Fake people
Line up by the steeple
With a fake mindset
Amidst a fake crowd
The only way to get real
Comes at the cost of prestige
How can I live when we go against our identity?
Separated by falsehoods
Nature and humanity
One and the same
Then the laws of reality
Arrive alongside shouts of
"Oh! The humanity!"
Fake it till you make it
Only goes so far
Until we become a flimsy imitation
Of the ones who are authentic

Viper, cobra
Hands of an assassin
Rabbit, hare
Legs of a runner
Combined together
Prey and predator
Uniting as one
To defy a single endeavor
To crumble an enterprise
From deep inside

Nails
Hammered into crevices
Corroding the mind
That is already scarred
Scared not of consequence
But of scolding
For releasing the pain
Brings pain to more
Yet, if it cannot be removed
What else is nevermore?

Locked in place
With a twisted face
Merged with emotional platitudes
Left to the dogs
I ponder, why did this face
Presume today
Would be a good day?

A disconnected fool
A dying boy
A public enemy
Broken people
Burned bodies
Scarred for centuries
Never erased