vanity…
I walk in depths of laughter
Every standpoint was clichéd
Every angle
Could you tell me? Make me understand…
Why in the presence of light
You veil your self
Under mine
Red… gray
Jealousy is ancient
Antiquated by this endless rivalry
Chivalry? Bravery?
I see a clown
Make ups… make it up
Smudges, Masquerade
Drained by strokes of nails
Of your own doing
Insecurities… still…
Pity.
Have my glasses on
And I’ll cry your heart out
Butterflies on a grave of betrayal
And you, still lying there
Move out, move on
It’s been so long…
emulation once forged
addiction, obsession, me
hatred in those words
shooting flames now are you?
truth was never your craving
pretensions, retreat
PAIN makes people smile?
am I still causing it?
PITY…
October 17th, 2006 at 5:26 am
Misundestood, am I not?
Because when the Easterly wind unleashed its mighty gust,
I set my sail and stubbornly headed West.
Challenging the bearing.
Foolish,am I not?
Because when the overall psyche dictates survival,
I signed for submission.
Completely.
Idiosyncrasy,is it not?
Well…
The foundation of my logic is not designed to falsify the norms but rather to substantiate it further.
For when I do, therefore I am.
And if I don’t, then…
Vanity thrives.