Lying through my teeth.

It’s rising slowly, choking me, this is the reason you’d never look my way.
The bright color expanding in the sky serve a purpose now, to remind me that this is all an act and  show of grandeur.
I don’t know much about you,  and it seems like I’m learning less and less, with every spiral of smoke.

I’m constantly changing for you, so fallaciously,
Right through, it’s made the necessary differences.
Could we cancel each other out? and retain these sinful delusions?
We’ll never know anyway,  for fear binds us to comfort and familiarity.

Faith’s gone now, I’ve been longing for broke bones and an array of scars, just to turn heads, in particular, yours. It makes me feel so goddamn substandard.
It’s no game anymore, I’ve dropped your name, and you’ve sunk my heart….

Winter & Sun

You’re ever so radiant,  even with the cold of the season cooling your skin.
We stand in piles of leaves, the remnants of autumn, and I can see the happiness burn through your eyes.
We’re alone, the world’s up and about with it’s busy ways again, but we take it slow.

Can you keep up with us?   I’ll make sure you won’t forget this year, even if it ends us both.
The scent of winter arouses thoughts of you, and with each, my soul blossoms  and peaks.

This lullaby has it’s own life, and the sun, slowly but surely,  will  divide us.
For now, I’ll make do with this perfect circle.
In short, I love you.
But fear grips me, as I realise this is just our own destruction.

Tempest.

I know you’ll be there, to watch the city burn.
And we notice all but the smile on your face, and the sadness searing in your eyes.
Your heart beats now, louder than it ever has.
Your mind is stimulated beyond reason, and everything around you turns to a slow and burnt blur.
This mind will visit everything you ever loved, and all the things you wished were yours, but always the shortest measure out of reach.
And to them you’ll curse, and inflict decades of pain upon.
You’ll let them know, in their peril, what it’s like  and watch them erupt in flames.
You shamble now, and time eats away at you.
The ones who love you are dead, and once again, sadness will sear.

The everlasting pain, will continue to haunt you, and plague your memories.
The pain so strong, that death itself, lies in wake of your destruction.
The world has come to it’s end, and you regret not one moment of it.

You will always be the fear in their eyes,
You will always be together and apart.

You will always be the one to win.

Hypocrisy at it’s finest.

Sleepless nights can’t possibly mean anything to you anymore.
What if we really do cross paths for a reason?
What if, nothing comes round by chance?
Could it be, that we build upon our trust,
and deceive each other of the sins we own.
It’s not clear to me; I can’t say those three words.
I’ve been looking at you through this mask,
For a while now, I’ve hidden myself from you.
If the light focused on my soul,
Would any of this cease to exist?

Would I still feel the same way?
Would you be able to rest your weary eyes?
I promise this isn’t another cliché, tragic love story.
I promise this will be something you remember.
Don’t you wish those memories could slip away?
Don’t you hope to sell yourself, and rid yourself of this haunt?

Now, how I’m wishing I could swallow my words…
Take back everything I’ve said.
But listen well, will you marry me?
And it won’t be every tear jerking song you hear.
It won’t be a recycled poem.
It won’t be a fucking page out of Austen’s life.

It’s funny…
How deprivation can lead to tragic accidents, and how sleepless nights end in bloodshed.
It’s terrible, how I can spill contradictions on this page, like a mad man.
It’s tragic, because…
None of this will ever mean anything to you.
Will it?

Tubes

She kissed him under the frame.
Two lovers, on canvas, nothing to separate them.
Nothing they can’t work out.
Nothing they won’t discuss.
Nothing to stop progress.

I’ll burn this painting down.
I’ll wish it was everything we had, wrapped in a white wash.
One more hour, one last hour, I’ll gaze into the canvas and hate everything we could have had.

Act I – VI.

Lay, in the ruins of your collapse.
Applause, ready for your fall.
Take this pill.
And fear they’ll never take their hats off to you.
Armed with ridicule, take flight, only to have your wings bled dry.

This madness will only drive you,
beyond cliffs and human structure,
to the frayed ends of your own sanity.
Move an inch, cut the line.
In two, you’ve surrendered yourself to the masses.
A bloody display to the public,
a powerful message to the puppeteers.

And when the crimson flow stops,
your kingdom will be restored, in death.
It is here, where you’ve no one to serve ridicule to,
no living thing or otherwise, will take pleasure in your pain.
But what need would there be, when all that’s left is a broken soul, an empty shell of failure.