impulses and anger fills and spills under my thoughts,
clip your excuses on a string, and its time to clean your wings,
dusty feathers choked up in your mouth polish your dim-litted halo.
words of deception pouring out from you, no one's there to catch it.
contradiction swells up, and burst, and stained up my t-shirt.
your deceptions, however my truth.
choose to decipher it, whichever you want.
string your guilt into thread so fine, then pull them out from the back of your throat.
choking with words of apologies which lies no reasons underneath.
it takes two hands to clap i admit, left of mistakes, right of truth,
somehow we fall under the right side of those two.
maybe dig deep into the pits, of whats left over of your integrity and pick them up.
wrap the tongues of not-involved with barbed wires and thread
a dead knot or two, sew your lips up of what should be kept.
did i chew off your arms, or did i gnaw off your legs,
should you leave words lined with broken glass hanging from your tongue,
leaving a clean cut after another so it thrills you oh so much.
time is inevitably wasted, on words spat out from foul mouth,
jealousy turning saints into the seas,
swimming through sick lullabies
choking on your alibies,
when you've outgrown toys and plastic shapes,
perhaps get a pen and paper and write a note,
maybe smudge some apology and remorse on it,
than way i might consider, something better than forgiving.
tragedy, comedy, two sides one coin.
take your pick.