True Lies (Vingt et Un)
Every poem has a kernel...
Nightmares and whispers still come
and go, like Time, in such restless beauty...
You kiss with universal rays
Warming my skin, I'm hushed as I lay...
I hear sirens richotching cross chipped billboards
drowning in a sea of people with colored hats...
There are people you have yet to meet
who would feel threatened by your silence...
sometimes i'm out of my own flesh.
it is when i get lost between my bed...
I can't help but feel the way I do...
It's like there you are...
One day, when all of this ends,
we will collect our bones...
As I inhale these fumes,
my lungs burst and...
Close your eyes,
loose your mind...
Looking downwards, I see my own mistake
The white carpet now soaked in red liquid...
My sorrowful pockets
are lined with skeletal...