living in denial robs us
of peace of mind
a vision of no return twinkles
deep inside me
as conscience sinks within
the nagging truth
reality seems like an uphill walk
not far away
tinted by haze and mist
unlikely praised to be a king
of all living
perceptions
and so anger keeps leaking in
similar to a substance
of hopefulness and hopelesness
ugly and unprofitable
disguised
in a tool of truth
so powerful and forceful
that guides us down the deep paths
of cynicism and misanthropy
I cannot see
but
I know
punishment is remedy
to those who bear to cross the line
and I do














Comments
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Your musky lips, cramping smoke into halos,
love to finger obscenities and slander. I am a bitch now.
Don’t touch her now, this thing of waste. She’s
Empty. She’s full of spite.
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