Darkness, greeting, committing, sinning, watching, waiting, praying, thinking, living, breathing, tasting, trying, seeing.
You.
Grieving.
Times up.
Time now.
Time to start believing.
Pain isn't always punishment.
Depends on how you take it.
Gullible, a broad side target.
Busting at the seems, laughter masking ignorance.
I laugh not.
Though, in my mind, I must admit.
I would love to see you dead.
And now I do.
Its in my vision.
My day dream.
My head.
You've already begun to rot.
Decomposing slowly like the rest of the slaughtered flock.
To think at some point, it was me you mocked.
The worst thing we can do is in our minds.
Never can reality compare to that which is fantasized.
Everything in the gray matter is always exaggerated.
Complicated.
Lavishing in decaying flesh you lye.
Basking in death is my eyes.
Filled with the sight I smile.
Smelling the end of you, which I'm sure others can as well.
yes, from far away, maybe a mile.
Or could it just be a meter?
All I can remember is.
I'm lost in this.
Fantasy, which in some aspect is an alternate reality. |
