Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Life Among The Pretenders
The masses, people held dearly within
The blackened chambers of my heart,
Stand before me with fraudulent smiles.
They yearn for intimate knowledge,
They feed off of it, my silent starlings.
The moon erases the scars, intricate
Roadmaps of misery, escaping ditches
And tears; forlorn and empty inside.
I give them my love the way the one percent
Gives heartless promises, with promising smiles
That are a gateway to emblazoned lies.
To think, I made them, and I hate them all.
The aroma of their sins, their overbearing pride
Rushes over me with unorganized thought.
I pity the lights dying from within them,
Knowing soon they will be melting into darkness.
On their knees they go, hands together,
And to the sky the vomit prayers while
Alternating hate between themselves
And other devils of circumstance.
My insurance is that they will fall,
And I will collect them.
My opportunity to writhe in this reward
Fits me with a scarlet letter, a badge of disgrace.
It is what I was groomed for, to be a beast
Who rose from the ashes of abuse
Only to dance in the shadows of regret.
The music is deeper than the vein;
Jealousy smooths me over like a stone
Worked into sand by the crushing tides.
There is no permission, no hope, no luck on this side.
We fashion surreptitious daggers out of fate,
Stick them where the blood will flow fastest.
6-11-12
The blackened chambers of my heart,
Stand before me with fraudulent smiles.
They yearn for intimate knowledge,
They feed off of it, my silent starlings.
The moon erases the scars, intricate
Roadmaps of misery, escaping ditches
And tears; forlorn and empty inside.
I give them my love the way the one percent
Gives heartless promises, with promising smiles
That are a gateway to emblazoned lies.
To think, I made them, and I hate them all.
The aroma of their sins, their overbearing pride
Rushes over me with unorganized thought.
I pity the lights dying from within them,
Knowing soon they will be melting into darkness.
On their knees they go, hands together,
And to the sky the vomit prayers while
Alternating hate between themselves
And other devils of circumstance.
My insurance is that they will fall,
And I will collect them.
My opportunity to writhe in this reward
Fits me with a scarlet letter, a badge of disgrace.
It is what I was groomed for, to be a beast
Who rose from the ashes of abuse
Only to dance in the shadows of regret.
The music is deeper than the vein;
Jealousy smooths me over like a stone
Worked into sand by the crushing tides.
There is no permission, no hope, no luck on this side.
We fashion surreptitious daggers out of fate,
Stick them where the blood will flow fastest.
6-11-12
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Life Among The Pretenders
Life Among The Pretenders
