Cover

Theres a moral to each stone thrown across someones life. flip the rock over and it could mirror your image as a different being.

I'm merely and image posted 

upon the network sites.

I'm a pretty cover.

No one bothers to read. 

My pages.

They're creased from

book marking,

torn from all the damage,

and highlighted the parts

that scream in your face.

The best parts.

Pictures are worth a 

thousand words.

Read my books;

they tell a story.

A victim of a menace.

A cruel convicted killer.

Both have simulations.

Both have a common ending.

Demented as it is honest.

They default at each others will.

I'll call on my demons to release

my angels out of their cages.

I'll fall in love with all of you.

Take a sip of my life.

Find your self tracing 

my footsteps;

strip the cheated truths 

that lie dusted upon my cover.