Inevitable

With more and more than I ever thought there was, I find disgust.
With every move and every intention I illustrate my absolute reserve.
Potent you are. Foul to my minds atmosphere.
For you to appear here is foolish of you.


You only want to believe you have been living real.
In reality you are just crazy.
Armed with a paint brush.
You colored us all wrong.

Deadly to your balloon of fallacy.
But I am to far underneath for you to see.
You can not possibly.
You put me here.



This black spear, you carved into my chest.
Yours it is.
I aim with it in my hand.
For yours now.
This is not revenge.
I am simply acting civil.

If I was even real to you....
You would have erased me.
I can not ignore your disturbance.
It surrounds...

The best collision for you.
Will be a shattering against your face.
Of something delicate.

A mirror I will make for you.
God will look down as the shards fall and pierce your face.
To civic virtue will think it is beautiful.
As the polished glass punctures the windows to your soul.

Look what you have done.
Red glimmering pieces litter around you.
All staring back with disbelief.
Even if you had eyes after so... you would not know.
You lack verisimilitude.

As unfair it may sound to you.
You lack the sense of real and synthetic.
Where is it? I bet you wonder.

As said it is our characters that prevail.
Obviously that is the case this time.