I find it easier and easier each day to forget whatever image you created yourself to be.


I no longer crave your touch because in your touch so many lies lingered unsaid.

I find that the person you created for everyone to believe isn't at all who you truly are.


You have became this hideous beast, in which, you stalk and prey on anyone that looks your way.


Your lies and lines flow off your tongue like honey drips from the comb.


The ideas of future and the desires for forever to come, have been replaced by the cold reality of the tangled web of lies you weaved.


There's no more left to say, so silence will be your sentence.


Silence will be your weight holding you down to the bottom of the sea.


Silence wil deafening and flood the cored out shell of what you think you are.

04/14/2011

Author's Note: Its nothing spectacular but it was the thoughts that haunted and plagued my mind.

Posted on 06/11/2011
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