Slur Me A Rhyme

Disasters form from beautiful lies.

A twisted tie, called stay disguised.

Numerous yet varied, but always impure.

Intentions stay fake, yet dominance keeps rule.

So take a taste of my visual displays;

of the anger, confusion and angst portrayed.

For a hearts purity, lies in the deapths of the mind.

To find truth is a rarity, that's justified.

To find love, is to find infact a lie.

Not necessary, intwined, yet full of no compromise.

Pretty ugly to say the least, I'm deprived.

Just vanish me quickly, prove I'm alive.