Friday, March 9, 2012


There it is again, Shameless Liar.
There is the shallow, see-through water
you drench me with.
Water designed to incite,
a jolt of exposure.
Well, Architect, I am still.
Unmoved, indifferent.
The 'truth' you speak of,
we are unacquainted.
I see petals
I see smoothness
I see falseness.
You feign reality
with your flimsy truth.
Your absence of pain, of conflict
is the absence of all.
Of all emotion,
Of all truth.

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