You came to me an empty shell. Or so you said. Your mask, your fake, your facade insidious with disregard. Take me take me take my broken spirit.....such an easy target....Kitchen Radio providing the soundtrack for the beginning of the end.  The end of chances to be the center of someone's universe. Mr. Kirby and Ralph can attest: I was just a target....a country to be conquered.  No war torn ruins for you to lord over. The only kingdom you rule is regret.  Shine on with your patina of tarnished deeds. Let your isolation feed your lonliness..... so desperately sad that no heart is safe from your wrath. Blow upon blow-your words and silence each a fist for your fix. Your love a poison without cure......like Midas with no use for gold.

I heard ya
            when ya said
I like it like that.

Over
Under
All around

I ache for
               your words
hold breath for
               your sound

The irony is not lost on me.
No wonder there are so many
soul-less
selfish
sadistic
evil
****** up
liars
in this world...
Look at the media we worship.
Movies about horrible bosses
abuse
******
corruption.
Songs about
killing
destroying
leaving and
being left.
Reality TV
trading spouses
prison life
keeping up with the Joneses.
Pain and suffering are worshipped
by your
neighbor
coworker
friend
husband
wife
lover.
There is no safety net.
No one is immune to the
Dis-ease.