Honest

I don´t trust my words anymore

see when I start coughing up the alphabet on a white paper

only do I see the color red

see I posion myself with my own ink

see when I first fell in love with words

it was for fun

But then I realized you can use words like a gun

and your mouth like a bullet

you tell hurtful lies

and dust

them with

vengeful truth

see you didn´t expect

these words to grow

hands and slap you in the face

see you manipulate the ending the way you want it

to justify your anger

you go to sleep on cotton candy clouds

you hold yourself in a crucifixaion

at night

you wear black

and mourn your own existence

you know it´s until a matter of time

before they tear you apart

see they put a crown on your head

and you bowed down

and let the repuation sink in your bones and got to comfortable in the mask

see the church will lie in ruins today

after you sit in

the pew

see your the hymn

the sinners sing

see your the obituray

that sounds like poetry

see you are the raven

that poe wrote about

you are the mournful cry

that sounds like laughter as they watch your fall

you carry in your pocket a sliver knife wrapped in velvet

you commit murder

and call it justice

you are the hypocrite

that trembles on a holy ground

and calls yourself a religion

you are a lucrid dream

vomit

vulgar

vomrit

you committ

fraud

against

yourself

you

elate

yourself

and

deflate

yourself

you pinprick holes in your flesh

and call out abuse

you carve your hands in your mouth

and force

projectile on the page

you throw your heart up

and hoping someone will catch it when you fall

your the ex you wrote about

your the devil and the mary

you impregant yourself

with a disased mind

you go too far into the rabbit hole

and the magican can never pull you out the hat

because your no magic trick

your the rhythimical jester

at the court

you paint over your face

and wear a mask

your artifically made

you take the storys of others

and sow it in your veins

and

say you know pain .

you tie a noose around reality

and hang yourself from it

you were death

but you never came

virgin

hands

wrapped

around

the

fragilty

storms brews inside me

you call yourself a follower

of the path

you are infact your own master

to which you slave.

you stretch like elastic

and stray far from

the beginng

you manipulate yourself

your out of control

your mouth

its own gun

your hands the razors

your mind the bully

your pen used to save you

you learned how to use it for murder

see I take shots at my soul

to rember that I am human

I tell you the truth

I bring you to courtroom

and put myself on trial

at the end of the case

I will say I am guilty

I put myself behind bars

I clothe myself in a orange jacket

I brand myself with my own deal

I don´t trust this mind

it was told it was crazy

see they like to call you a liar

when you tell the truth

but maybe the best liars

tell the truth you can only handle

see the crow cried 3 times

and yet peter denied

see i am the sheep in wolf clothing

see i am lips that kiss the one i betrayed

see i am lucifer in your awakening

see I am the cloak of midnight

see you write in metaphors

because it keeps it from being to personal

see i leave it out here and be vulnerable

I

am

a

L

I

A

R

AM I ?

#darkpoetry #insanity of being Human #secrets #the raven crowed