#mendacity
Beached craft
Begging a current...
When the sun shines, does water laugh?
Dependency is the joke, to never relent...
Oil, has forgotten the cares of us...?
Slippery and truthful
Teeth are sincerity's weapon, poised to hush?
A saving ask, of when the truth is same's goal...
Justice for a tear?
Simple chaste, to entail charisma
Form and function, with pity's honor?
Sake promised, a fate before silence and sanity...
A ****** eye, with a stark devotion...
Paired to consume
The deeds of actual shares, a time for notions
That played their part, to a divine doom?
When is water, a living miracle?
When it feeds you...
Spare shadows and hunger, and means to lend a will...
Avid to terror's dream, who else sniff's glue?
Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 5:05 PM UTC
I perch distantly
not as a stalking panther shrouded in night
but in exile
society is welcoming as I chose my solitude
internally enforced diaspora
I claimed it was to marvel the awful expanse
a view of unabridged artistry
authentic beauty
however here
truth's firm grasp scrambles for a grip
but fingers could only ever scrape a void
I gazed across a projection
my utopia
a wish upon a whim
I walk the world with starlight in my eyes
to blind myself from the otherwise unavoidable darkness
I stride not at the center of galaxies
but in the emptiness of space forgotten
knowing resolution is inevitable
and I will either become a part of it
or its mirror
I will be whipped from the universe
an absent thought
lost in tumbling amnesia
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC