Facade
Facade

Beneath the dead cold concrete sky,
Bathed in the serene evening gloom,
Is it that much a surprise that he asks why,
that so good a friend left so soon?

Contemplating in a modern futuristic carriage,
The stars aground blinding the damning night,
He shows the truth behind the magnificent stage,
Only now will a person see the heart in blight,

In silence and solitude he floods the night away,
Painfully, in excruciation, he let's loose all carnage,
Yet when greeting the serene dawn of a new day,
The facade is re-assumed, gone is the torn page...
stoned @ 7:17 AM
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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.

- Kai Teoh, Seasons of September