sad eyes are a giveaway
those eyes , red with tears,
I’ve seen them before,
you talk of humanity,
you say such words as unlock.
and this is what it comes down to:
unlocking the box.
and it’s not like it is rusty,
or jammmed,
It’s spring-loaded,
oiled up, yearning to part.
but it is a tumb,
and despair is the prize.
Munchausen me, with tall tales,
but the mind knows the lie,
those eyes are red, but not for truth,
they are shed tears,
of crocodilean quality,
you speak softly,
yet you shout in my ears,
and the insanity I see,
and the hype,
better to tell the truth,
better to take off the mask,
but you won’t do that,
so the box stays closed,
and the lid won’t open,
and all you know of it,
and all you want,
will evade you again.
maybe someday you’ll be ready,
when your eyes are honest.
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yin&yang
you don't believe me, do you?
you think i am faking, and i guess i am.
i am trying to be the yin
to the yang.
pEopLe aRe rArelY tHemselveS wheN iT mAtters.
and it matters, you matter, we matter
to me, so i shatter and scatter
my traits, giving you
less of the truth, more of
what you want to see,
what might make you
flatter
me.
but you know better.
dimension
crazy.
of course it is.
you don't believe me
do you?
i don't expect you to.
it's not that, no.
i know it's not "real".
but you can't see it.
so that makes it false.
i do.
i see a lot.
i pretend.
it's sort of a game.
it's not my world
but
at the same time,
it is.
you don't believe that.
just a dream.
just imagination.
crazy.
maybe i am.
i'll take that.
anything.
anyone.
everything.
but it's nothing.
i wouldn't believe it either.
but here i am.
don't tell me.
you don't know.
i dont care.
it's mine.
you'll never believe me.
"You don't believe me, do you? Of course you don't why would you?" I say looking down with a chuckle as the full weight of the gun in my hand registers in my brain. It was to be expected though, what? with the trail of bodies and the gun responsible for them in my hands how could it not have been? Even though i expected it, even though i was preppared, it doesn't make getting that look from you any less painful. It doesn't make watching the love of my life run out the door terrified of me hurt anyless. And it surley doesn't change the fact that my life is over. Oh look, theres one more bullet left in the chamber.
