sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

unreliable narrator

i am no holy

yet i'm no hellish,

but i play games–

give myself names.

i fall from the grace

without stepping in hell,

behind the calmness of face

lies a sea of raging waves.

i am not your hero,

neither your nemesis;

life of the party, i guess–

turned my old friends marooned.

vindicated my friends,

keep myself alone;

fear the touch of your hands

yet i yearned warmth on my soul.

i did the unspeakable–

by writing tales, turning tables;

ain't no loser nor a victor–

darling, i'm the unreliable narrator.

beware of me,

for i did things you can't believe;

there lies a wolf beneath my sheepish color,

and darling, i'm the unreliable narrator.