You never let on, secrets.

Then I found a beast, so hideous

had devoured your soul,

just before eating out

your thumping heart.

It was then, I fell apart.

Smelled like sweet perfume

of roses? No lavender.

Poison, luscious lips hiding

gnashing, pointy sharpness.

Fooled, you want to follow.

Caution: Life and its curveballs.


Distracted, despite the angry

not so obvious, cruel intentions

backlash, in just an instant.

Regretful moments become

like those before us.

Undone, set, as in cement.

Hating everybody comes

back around, full circle.

Meanwhile, not one clue

despite forgiveness and sorrow.

Cold people are ruthless

living among us, in this hell.


When have you done enough of

robbing souls and separating

the purpose of takers and givers?

Yet, I cared even still, both boldly

band against me, as with

the ones before them, I've...

fallen into shadow.






© 2008 Identitycrisis

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