Duality screams at you,
like the battered shell of your life.
Did you not even realize it was a lie?

It's almost as sad
as this broken attempts
at regulating life
in a box by box mentality
that politics tries to be.

It's almost as sad as the day you left me
but never as happy as when I saw the real you
staring into me,
like a sick animal
only worried about consuming.

Well baby I know the truth,
so please help me by helping you.

Pretty words tonight
just taking up the air,
pretty words tonight
almost feel like a dare.

I could love you or leave you,
hate you or just be me.
But the end result is something
you would never expect to see.

Pleasant days
and dreams of rain.

Hold tight to your steady course
bursting forth on ahead.

You might have miss the point,
unless you actually looked for once.
Bothered to see something deeper
that is beyond your own pretentiously
venomous lips.