III
hey little lady,
it's been six months of being an enslaved runaway from ourselves and our inundated gray matter
when you said there was no more happiness and how we should just bypass everything and dissimulate
it's been eight years of an afflicted cycle of genuine smiles, beautiful lies and sweet nothings
i had my pathetic stands, and i guess i couldn't blame you when you conveyed your fare-thee-wells
oh don't you know we were both the diabolical protagonist of this mendacious theatrical act;
and all you've blamed were mere innocent passers-by who got entagled between our inferior parasitic twigs and vines
you were a stealthy birdlime in a shell of a pure pearlescent and all you do is keep on waiting
but hey little lady, what fraud are you trying to delude? you get plucked and plucked until you are no more
but my wings were now of paralyzing ceramic and my feathers were torn and shred and ragged, now an unyielding nothing
that isn't enough for you, as everything else isn't, because you seem to be a foremost (as people had impressed)
so you fool yourself and say the same
you were pale and dull with round cheekbones, vacant eyes and a tattered soul, and yet you refuse the thought of being broken
AS AM I
they call you an all-heal--iscador flows along your vessels and occupies your psyche
they took you for granted and drought you of your medicinal concontion but, well, you know, it's fine
hey, drudenfuss, am i giving you to much praise, or should you deserve to be worshipped?
for truthfully, your malevolence had gone unknown and people seem to triumph and patently rejoice wherever you are
you were made of stone;
you were born with a hollow heart
DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAM
AS AM I, AS AM I
PLEASE BE SENTIENT AS THE LIVING THING YOU ARE--
YOU AREN'T THE ONLY ONE TO SUFFER
you were their golden bough and they used you to chase nightmares away
THEY
