A liar does not experience one but two lies,
a lie in anothers ear and a lie in their own eyes.
How can they look in the mirror with such pride
when their life is some kind of fictional ride.
What mother is proud to admit their child is a liar,
one who only knows truth behind a lie by desire.
Believe all what you see and none of what you hear
this is what I do, due to all my internal fear.
Of being made a fool by someone who fooled me
into thinking I need to be worry free.
I have a high wall set up for everyone around me now
but for the ones who deserve to get over, will they, how?
This is the tricky part about this world of uncertainty
You'll never know who deserves a life in harmony.
You must fall to learn the pain of hitting the ground,
nothings ever promised unless it is a lesson that you've found.
The only thing that can be true and certain
is your own mind, feelings, behind your smiling curtain.
So take this as a life lesson, and carry it to your grave,
the only one we can count on is the only one who can save.

I.

Physics has told me that we are in flux.
But where is the phi, without I?

Calculus has told me that we are asymptotic.
But where is the limit, if I can't be in it?

English has told me that we are star-crossed.
But where is the light, if I am not right?

Chemistry has told me that we are entropic forces.
But where is concord, if I am ignored?

II.

You think you're such a *****,
But can't you see that I want your disease?

You think you are worth nothing,
But can't you see that you're invaluable to me?

You think you are alone,
But can't you see that you and I have to be?

III.**

On and off, like a light switch.
But still you have me wrapped,
right around your slender finger.
I slipped into euphoria, once upon
that lovely night, when we had
finally tasted what we were missing.
The ruddiness of your lips and
the tangled golden mess that you
call your hair sizzle quietly in
my mind. I have not forgotten.
Nor do I want to. I cannot be sated
by another. But you find it so easy
to eat the hearts of the already ******.
You spared mine, though. I wonder
why. Each hiccup in my chest alerts
me to the monster that rages within.
It wants you. It still wants you.
Eat it, if you must. I offer it freely.
Upon a silver platter.

the day ends
again...

evening blurs
the edges of my sight;

dark violet drifts
of ecstasy
confiscate my mind

I am here still
without reason
amongst the ruins
of "what if's"and
'what might have been's"

of a soon
griefless history

it is quiet here

so quiet
where truth speaks
in wordless, depthless
shadows
of recognition
haunting my soul

deeper than
I can remember or forget
I know now
you were never
here at all

and oh the madness,

the bitter sadness
I taste still
between these sheets

and oh,

the forever violence
of this silence

in my heart