Saturday, April 4, 2009

Liar in the Mirror

Cross tangent of lunacy intersecting with social bonds
a fistful of uncertainty breeding effortless animosity
since the absolution of disregard,a cluster of scars
now differentiating,into a mass of organic fatal memories
the acidic faceless,filled with doubt,ever clear
self inflicting hammer blows,so intrinsic,pessimistic
subtly protected,underneath layers of cynicism
claws of steel dig deeper,reaching for the casket of hope

Now a face,staring at me
lying,betraying,reflecting retardation
Now this face,smirking at me
inspiring,conspiring,unleashing the wrath of creation

Rusted skin deep,vivid blood stains
claustrophobic paranoia now driving me insane
volcanic rage waiting to erupt
into logistic infinite supremacy of sorts
the casket of hope thrown open
unveils the legacy of the undetermined
the re-association of pain unto earthly wounds
provokes the explosion of blood drenched arrogance


Now a face,staring at me
lying,betraying,reflecting retardation
Now this face,smirking at me
inspiring,conspiring,unleashing the wrath of creation


Futile,misjudged,redundant,
Hence flows the creation into venomous nubile fingers