the rage

the world in shadows
they want us in the dark
dragons behind every wall
rage wanting it all to burn
decisions defined by monsters
they tell their child
to fear the dark
easier to manipulate
you gave their futures away
molding them
to what they couldn't be
the actions of every man
good or bad irrelevant
the world is a dark place
impossible to see the light
they want us there
the rage building
volcano about to erupt
lashing out blindly
dragons laughing behind their walls
decisions defining fate
the casualties pain
just another tool
in a Public Relations campaign
dreams lost in the dart
happiness just a fantasy
drifting between borders
looking in the mirror
seeing the face of their father
fade into darkness
rage wanting all to burn
 
 

guilt

Seen you today

Sitting there

Eyes reaching across

Recognition dawned

Then you look away

One more glance

Making sure

what you seen was true

diverted that look forever

thought about going over

maybe to say Hi

I am not one of your demons

Diverting your glaze said it all

Recognition and guilt

Can’t go back

To what never was

So why the look of guilt

Perfume so intoxicating

Weaving its tantalizing web

Never going to happen

Words said with sassy tension

Contemplated and rejected  

It never even crossed my mind

Saw you sitting there

Saw recognition dawn

Seen you ignore and look away

Wish the past away

I turned walking a different path

Never looking back

It was only a matter of time

Beauty

Botox beautiful

No less original

Trying to look eighteen again

The fountain of youth

In a needle

Botox crazy

No less arrogant

Working towards elegance

Artificial presence

Improving the facade

Old lines said again

Needles and knives

Agony airbrushed over

Botox beautiful

Creative original

Augmenting reality

Dedicated to self-mutilation