Simple truths in the clever lies, don’t fall too far.
Nothing short of grand.
The water is only so deep,
watching the veil fall away.
Silence in itself.
Free in all my flaws, caged in all your fears.
Kill time that’s prime for the hanging.
Murder your soul with cinnamon and cyanide.
Eyes made out of glass, heart made out of stone.
How can you see when everything is just a reflection?
Day after day, multi-colored mirrors that couldn’t be more blue.
Heart never bursts, eyes never wander.
Keep on sipping from your cup of wish and hope.
Never rise to the occasion.
Your tongue is made out of paper.
Just like your eyes, never being put to their proper use.
Always something better, always something destructive.
How can you live when your heart does not beat?
How can you taste when your tongue is not your own?
On to the next available pulpit, it’s never enough for you.
How can you see when your eyes are made of glass?
Exactly, you can’t.
© Copyright June 2011