Traversing Your Face

I can't believe it was you,
yeah you I tried to hate.
When after all it was me to blame.
I screamed foul
and adultery
without taking the time to realize where I stood.
My cheerful smirk as the bullet flew
and the corpses piled up
and the stench rose to heaven and beyond.
Maybe I just forgot what it means to be human
or perhaps the simple
and straight forward answer is that
it is all just clever lines.
With a bit of make up and smoke for effect
but overall the overall is a plastic fix.
This little junked habits eating up the time
to help cope with the overwhelming
sense of irony of despair.
It is almost funny to admit my own hypocrisy
because
after all,
if I don't laugh who will?
There may be tears
but after all they are but an awkward byproduct of truth
that no one will worry about.
For now at least.
People only like to see you fall
and can't stand to see the fallen repent.
Makes for poor gossip
and only help when the false sincerity
just faces adorned with their naked smiles.

Buying Regards

I breath and it's your emptiness,
I breath and it's my emptiness
I see
I feel
I seek to just conceal.
It's empty too.

God I'm just sick of these words.
Every last false breath within
and every lie that stifles my breath.
Every sin I gorge,
Every snarky grin
and the small sounds of death
that are these lies.

It is all exausting,
wearisome beyond belief.
Lies told to stifle yawns
and yawns brought to silence talk
and talk bought to sell.
It just runs in circles and squares
and other odd shapes.

No perfect order just dissonance
disgused as chaotic good,
just silence bought as discount price
like a pair of cheap sneakers.
Overblown by a logo
and sought like a cheap ego.

Yeah talk is cheap
but so are you
and me too.