Thursday, July 31, 2008
Dissimulated Assimilation
Sometimes I cannot sincerely believes the lies you explicate.
The only one I can hate for this is me.
The little piece of peace of mind you promised was The Fake,
that I should have seen emblazoned as your banner.
You are the reason my tongue is tied into riddles.
My mirror image is the venom that drips from your lips
and the fables tightly clutched inside my bleeding heart.
I see in visions of red crossed with an indigo tinted spectrum of hate.
Everything I ever wanted to hate can be found inside your mind.
This useless word, the lame legs, the broken arm and the trite mind.
I use to beg for nothing to envelop me
to hide me carefully from your sight.
Closed under lock and key, tightly away from being.
Nothing in being closer to you is believing then being closer to you.
Instead I open myself up for this abuse.
I cast down the defense and invite you to meet.
To feast on the remainder of my heart and let you fester in it with hate.
The safety net of my pretending soul is all I need to be.
I can wish and pray equally much but know what you hate.
I know the broken path you stalk down and those you feed off of.
I pushed many lost victims into your open jaws,
just so we could laugh at their frightened facade.
Fallen and putrid beast in the false image of light.
I knew your secret one and all from when we first met.
The day you took my hand and whispered your first lies.
The only person I deceived was me.
Burning in your self adoration I have to say I want to love you.
Just like you whisper lies to the beast and his whore,
I want to crucify myself just to feel the bleed.
So you will give me more of this ill got gain.
I'm addicted to the sacrifice of self and your pretend plaything called love.
Where would I be without you?
A trite meaning with purpose and love is what.
I tried to sacrifice it all so I could have nothing I ever wanted,
just to be caught up in this hyper inflated lie I love to hold.
The only one I can hate for this is me.
The little piece of peace of mind you promised was The Fake,
that I should have seen emblazoned as your banner.
You are the reason my tongue is tied into riddles.
My mirror image is the venom that drips from your lips
and the fables tightly clutched inside my bleeding heart.
I see in visions of red crossed with an indigo tinted spectrum of hate.
Everything I ever wanted to hate can be found inside your mind.
This useless word, the lame legs, the broken arm and the trite mind.
I use to beg for nothing to envelop me
to hide me carefully from your sight.
Closed under lock and key, tightly away from being.
Nothing in being closer to you is believing then being closer to you.
Instead I open myself up for this abuse.
I cast down the defense and invite you to meet.
To feast on the remainder of my heart and let you fester in it with hate.
The safety net of my pretending soul is all I need to be.
I can wish and pray equally much but know what you hate.
I know the broken path you stalk down and those you feed off of.
I pushed many lost victims into your open jaws,
just so we could laugh at their frightened facade.
Fallen and putrid beast in the false image of light.
I knew your secret one and all from when we first met.
The day you took my hand and whispered your first lies.
The only person I deceived was me.
Burning in your self adoration I have to say I want to love you.
Just like you whisper lies to the beast and his whore,
I want to crucify myself just to feel the bleed.
So you will give me more of this ill got gain.
I'm addicted to the sacrifice of self and your pretend plaything called love.
Where would I be without you?
A trite meaning with purpose and love is what.
I tried to sacrifice it all so I could have nothing I ever wanted,
just to be caught up in this hyper inflated lie I love to hold.
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