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The truth, like a light, moving slowly towards me.

An orb, growing wider as it becomes clearer.

Objects and ideas, stark

As they come nearer.



You are not as you seem .

Though looks and appearances may deceive

I will not fall for the transparency

The watery matter of these worthless dreams..



I breathe you out. Just as carbon monoxide.

Fodder to the tree’s and stems.

You will do no good for them.

You did no good to me



Foul tongue, your mouth a chalice of poison.

I am no joker

I will spit you straight out.



Your love to me, a regurgitated cud

retching, puking words

That are better known as shit.



Boy, touch me

And I feel none.

Your gestures slip by me

My legs do not open for vacancy



you are met with closed doors.

A mocking laugh to your simple retorts.



My perception is a camera, from here on out.

My skin, a thick leather-bound armour

My mind a sponge,



my heart, a fire.



Now even my shadow stands statuesque