Sin-cere Robbery

Divergence of wealth, I discover vacancy. A post in the road of left and right, knowing that my decision will leave me to hold my own hand.

The exploited direction of earlier mars my landscape. Why did it fail if we wanted to pace each other’s solitary road? I dream of what was, the forecasted future. Pleasure broke the valley of his dim, creating the system I coveted.

Lying there, shivering, we found delight. The simple became the grand, the conversations became the familiar blankets of satisfaction. How we clung to this reality and tarnished it through progress. Wishing we had walked forward, the sea parted and we walked.

You call and I hear you. I know your sacrifice and discomfort. I too feel as you, yet we cannot find each other. I repose into our life smiling, then wake into wonder. I know you feel the same.

What is to come now, the isolation searing what remains. I know you are seared too. Mourning and creamers, laughing about the ridiculousness of our falsehoods. Another chance to exceed the lines and defend another round … For all authenticity finds home here.

Synaptic Sync

The synapse of treason leads me astray, why does my mongol mentality lead me this way. For I have left the path of reason to find the leaps of soulless lesion.

To the depths of wander I wonder, into the listless abyss of concern. Is there truth in this endless road, or do I walk into the vast empty mode of levels.

Player 1, are you ready? Player 2, are you ready? Fight. Fighting for the path of sanity which is of no real concern in our pseudo reality. One of many we are composed, in this game do we find ourselves hosed.

Shoot first and I shoot last, blending the minute areas of illumination away from the past. Is the sober air away from the pain, or is the feeling of nothing in existence to gain.

For we are the players, we are the lovers, we are the depth and the shallow, but wherever you go I will follow.

Dog-ma(r)

The entry is fastened, through the panel you peer wondering what could have been. I fraudulently loved her so and there she thrives forward in reverie. Gray clouds highlight your monochrome banter, confused self-tales of fervor and lust, are you still wagging ferociously for admission?

Hungry and molested, the remains poke through, no tricks or treats to salvation. The ownerless abuse is at your hand, securing your own tie-out chain of life’s mishandling. Gnawing and tugging for your freedom, why do they(I) abandon and mistreat me.

In the corner you lie, waiting for emancipation. As the years pass, instinctively chewing at them(I) to breach life’s kennel. It’s draining being their(my) punching bag year after year.

Wag the dog to your misled beliefs. Capture is but a fantasy. I too wish for your clarity, dejectedly there is no 88mph in this tragedy.