A hint of hostility
Sad, disappointed
Still
The one whom I would embrace
With what little warmth I have left
A hint of hostility
Sad, disappointed
Still
The one whom I would embrace
With what little warmth I have left
Tired of the flock
And the shepherd’s deceit
Tired of the burning flesh
Extinguished with fresh blood
Tired of the drugs
Killing the cure
Killing the spirit
Killing the heart
For a promise of gold
Tired, oh so tired
Yet sleep evades me
They get to know you over time
So they can teach you how to hate
They wait for you to progress
So that they can cut you down
They frown upon those who do you harm
After removing their reflection
So that you cannot perceive
The enemy beside you
A dead eyed mall queen
Forces a fake smile
Then strikes a pose
To show the world
The emptiness inside
And yet she feels
With such emotion
A longing for a change
As reality grows darker
Yet
Her fantasies remain
It is a hard pill to swallow
A detachment
From the self
To be the product
Of the moment
Before returning
To the shelf
To gather dust
Over time
And watch the world
Pass on by
As what was empty
Fills with sadness
Yet
Those dead eyes remain dry