The worst lies are the ones we believe even though we know there false the lies we want to be true the lies we need to be true the ones that when uncovered leave the world just a little bit darker.
The innocence of youth which isn't always kept in the hands of the young it can be held in aged hands though everyone wonders how it can be perhaps sought after in the belief that ignorance is bliss.
Chess terribly complicated when you attempt to take it seriously but forget the rules and just toss the pawns to the horses then you'll have fun or at least be done with it quickly.
Well I have an idea I don't like it I don't want it But I have it I have a few actually They **** to What are you going to do Nothing much probably I don't claim the sight But I expect regret.
weary is accurate reading sad stories can be such a drain the news more dead people justice still only a dream foreign affairs ****** and tense same old same old should probably stick to fiction.
A vault full of history with haphazard security they lose stuff and let things get switched out for fakes If this weren't a metaphor i'd suggest replacing them with a kid with a stick
They just appear these creatures I have no say I can't avoid them They could a least ask but no so I wander and bam they appear they swarm it's freaky at least to me dam creatures
It was disturbing the world is big the sky looks infinite the roads are full the cars are to this isn't all this is barely any I need to hurry home and lock the door behind me.
The river Full of fizz The carbonated River flows Down to the land Of sweets and Rotted teeth Maybe water Would be wiser Unless you fear fluoride Then maybe *****.
I meant well Honest But I hurt them All of them So did they We're walkers On hell's road Since apparently Cars aren't for the dammed I passed the way back Miles ago We're almost at the end Even with all this cardio I can't outrun my mistakes.
You're like a kraken And I'm the ship You seek me out You wrap me up Then I find myself shattered The debris that was me Just floating in the sea This is why I prefer dry land.
So well made Tailored clothes Perfect hair It's all most real But it isn't is it No pain No panic No pleasure No blood No bile Just well shaped plastic And a chiseled smile.
Say the right thing which was what again good morning is a good start but that is too cheerful i'm not here by choice can I complain that would be natural No normal people are polite.
An unearthly wail Echoes across the town It comes from a metal monster Always spinning in its Predetermined track While small fleshy things Climb all about it And other angsty fleshy things Draw all manner of things On it The poor accursed monster If you got loose Many would suffer.
I have a plan Well more of a notion It's like a plan But less complete It's quite masterful Even with those holes You know kinda Sorta Okay maybe not I just need one more part Do you have it?
A secret place To escape everything And everyone The loving ones The unpleasant ones And those that don't care Someplace quiet Maybe somewhere Over the rainbow But really anywhere Just not here If only for a visit.
Why don't I drink Why don't i take Shot after shot And flee from reality Into sweet sweet oblivion Oh right That's not healthy And no one in easy reach Has any They have drugs Prescription And not But I suppose I'm too dam Law abiding for that Ah well I'll just write poetry Instead.
I'd bite off your fingers if you offered A hand its not an attack just thought you might fill my void is that not how it works impolite perhaps the material can fix the immaterial so they say.
when does hope die right before you do is probably the best case some live long lives with their hope dead A sad bunch resigned to the shadows they know the future it isn't good.
There are always rules Some are unwritten Some are set in stone But they are everywhere Of course if you want You can break them Though You may regret it if your caught You may feel guilty Even if your not But it's up to you What to do In theory At any rate.
All things look small In the big picture Such a lofty perspective Makes clear the unclear Any horror can be minimized It might be a wise view Unimpeded by emotion or bias But it isn't a kind one And it's hard to have Especially when a small view Is so much more natural And fits like a glove.
You raised the dead Though not very well The thing you resurrected May breathe may even walk But that special something Just isn't there anymore I suppose it's stuck In the grave.
What good are doors on the floor just invite yourself in I can't stop you I'm asleep everyone sleeps thats no weakness still unsafe close my eyes never again I can try.
My mind wanders often to places i'd rather not be you might say it has a mind all its own very meta and aggravating but whats a body to do meditation perhaps maybe some mindfulness Ah such grand choices there are other options of course but they are a tad grim.