NightScapes

It all went so wrong, so fast and so without regard to the lives in which it was reflecting. Like a puddle; a pool embracing a stone plummeting its depths. I sit here with my aching head, oh how corners bleed! You sit with your seething arrogance and lack of a better outlet. I tried to wave, tried to cry and still you show no remorse. Your faulty, fickle self-control works only in the light of happiness but oh how you shine in your bitchiness and I'm the bitch? I am tired of following to and fro like a boat to sea waiting for you to wake up, stand up, look me in the eye and admit that you were wrong-you were wronged-and I'm tired of feeling the wrath for my patience. I admit I played the fool, the pawn, the martyr and the loser a role you eagerly co-starred with your selfish fury, vacant eyes and meandering wit. We won an Oscar, did I forget to mention? And I see the dead now. You've helped me to hon my skill at the senses beyond the mentioned and I know more now than I'll ever utter to you. Fuck you and your pious soapbox, didn't you say I stood there? Laugh in the face of your friends and pretend that you know them, you don't even know you. Drink your precious indifference with a straw, the buzz is better. Have some respect or leave it be and never speak my name between those beautiful barbed-wire lips. Relax and reload you'll need the ammo for the road on which you're walking and I will give you no more than my life to end this nightmare. Show yourself, you haunting demon with your sadistic demanding or be done with it. Tired? In jest I become the jester of a lie that was never mine and you become the stark severance of a time long forgotten. You never could see close enough to you to know what was there, the looming distance always seemed more appealing. How does it look now that the stink of alone eases it's ugly face into your daydreams and nightscapes.