narut13

Reduced to a sickening apricot
hollowed eye flesh prisoners drapes of long
staring right through me
anger seeps out of dirt covered pores
an anguish search for a greater and greater nothing
outstretched hands grasp air falling short of something tangible
unforgiven misunderstandings
blood runs thin
water that cannot quench
the dry tongue rags a raspy plead for help
pictures that look serene from a distance become stained by surreal illusion
kindness is buried beneath the toothless grin
beauty is a rotting tree bored out by insatiable weasels
a grime stench pumps through hollow veins bleeding indignity
looking back guarantees the next fall
face first over good intentions and stifled progress
expectations create traitors
unwanted ones beg for understanding but receive no answers
become scarce broken puppet
your limp limbs deny you life
though your severed strings offer freedom
are you not satisfied
comfort rests in manufactured lies
love is the riddle to a solution


If the world you see is based upon the ideas in your head,
then you're living your creation.