i'm not ignorant
i dont have that blissfull skill
i know of those burning words that escaped pour from your tender lips when
you feel that my presence had left the room
you're making my eardrums bleed
stop singing those lies
end those false accusations of me
forever raining like the tears falling from the mourner's face
or i'll end them for you
it's in my power
so don't let doubt linger in your mind

i can make you
i can make you stop
i can rip out your vocal chords before your very eyes
very haunting eyes
reach into your mouth
the mouth that touched my flesh repeatedly
reach down
further still
my arm is disappearing within you
and i come across what my eyes dance around greedily for
pull the veins of your voice out
string them around your neck
a red token of my love
or lack thereof

you can discontinue your false attempts at me
what do i strike you as?
desperate?
alone?
drowning in my depression?
an easy vulnerable target for your games
if only amusing to you?
well aside from the latter
it's all true
but there's more

i am only desperate for that which you do not possess
my being alone comes from my own preferance
and preferances change anyway
my depression can be countered
and soon
it will be

but wait
newsflash
i am more still
i hope you know
that i am forever
strong
even when i fall crashing to the familiar ground
i am
trusting
just not of you
i am
smiling
although i'd rather not be
but i'm still looking towards the sky
i am
so much more than you know

i see through your kindness
the kindness that you apply every morning before stepping outside your door
i see through it
a bird's eye veiw have i
of the monster within

hidden away with your clan of copies
you thought that you had me
and you told them so
but wake up to the unnerving stench of your decomposing, rotting flesh
banners of false truths parade in your mind
its time you heed reality
im not the victim
because its not me
who is blind to the stinging truth
its not me
who is denying myself of all kinds of joys just so i can remain an obsolete
stain in someone's diary
its not my life being shredded
like thin paper in a rose bush
paper more thin than your words
roses more foul smelling than your flaking skin
you're becoming deceased on the inside
realize it.

and all this time
you thought it was me
who was dying

and all this time
you laughed

well here is your mirror
shut up
allow it time to give you a clear reflection of what you are now
see?
there you are
and as i send your flying wingless through the glass of fidelity
shattering
the glass caresses your skin with its daggers

hey man
maybe you'll finally see who you are now
maybe.

my continual apologies for the great length, sorry!
 
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