Faulted failing.
We fall frail.
Torn and faded
Happiness swallowed.

Jump to conclusions
and pretend the truth
caught in a lie
in fairytales.

Oh and scream
my dear, bleed with
words and replenish
your youth and vigor.

In stillness one can
hear the rythems of
time, throbbing, yes,
against the chest.

And would you be pleased,
or ever agitated,
to know that the simplest
of truths is a lie?

If you could beg to martyr
or die in sake of love,
would you choose death slowly,
or slowly disapate?

-08.08.03