Not Sure

One hand holds the head, the other carelessly drops ash from the cigarette.
Disarray,
A mass maze trying to navigate the city,
Rain pouring still there is no sense of purity,
Dirty!
Filthy!


The cafe populates one. Coffee is disgusting... pepsi in case love walks in; preparation is key,
However hours pass and the only company is lonliness.


Taken with kindness, a romantic panicking,
Franic by means of desire of company,
To relationships come murder,
Guilty stands a serial killer, victims simply move on.
Is it that the sky splits into cloudy and clear?
What, is this a euphemism for ugliness?
Brash life is.


Do not take it with stones firm in bloody hands,
Hoping to harm. Please, you wish to break a mirror that we all step on.
You wish to leave a path shared by many, so many that some are bumped off the road.
Do we condemn lovers? Labeling them dramatic, Shakespeare was genius contrasting to the insanity plea so many bargain for,
In that case aren't we all crazy,
Not sure are you?