Thursday, March 29, 2012

Not a Bad Day, But Negative

Negative
by whatomic (me)

Shameful lies hiddeN
by my flection
I choked on my tears
and spat up blood

As long as I had a rEason
I could deceive by self justification
Even the mirror forgets
How to fiGure me
And that's not the end of this eye

A yeArning void left
from something unknown
Yet hunched,
And my parallel characters
Have all left heart
And already became
Left behind
Fake
MonsTers

And burglars
Feeding on sheep
Who don't realIze they're dead

Yet there is
One thing I can't discoVer
If I need it or want it,
People I despise crawl to it like drunken peacocks
And I am disgusted to mimic them
So I stay alonE.

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