[deceit]

to let the cold darkness seep in through my fingers. pass through throat into lungs so that i may cough up my indifference. howl with anger. scream in pain. to open bitter envelopes expecting love and find only cards embossed with empty promises and broken chords as the scream echoes flatly, window pane reflection of a sad and empty fate.

neverending math equations blurred in pencil jibberish. mesh of fractioned pieces to no end. keep on dividing and dividing until you have nothing left. closer and closer to zeroing out completely. to no end, but this.

and again and again back into that night where, shivering, i thought that i could lay forever against his chest and whisper longings through the silent screen of starlight. forgetting where i started and stopped and what it meant or didn't mean. plunging down into the heart is truth uncertain, grasping at water dissolving between infinite choices - calmly breaking out of life; eternity.

rising sickness of hypocrises indisposed, return to seething fair/unfair. pounding violence fraught with rage. quiet tempers, marks remain across the face that glaring, foretold - maudlin glimpse superficially sold. forget.

defy intuition, wave lengthens fingertips to faces cold and bruised beyond recognition. desire to twist, relive, cut short; severed strands, ashes falling down to blurred reminders of limited deceit. rise.

sirens wailing worthless into the deep. swallowing sound rejected by frost and air. symbols clashing, destroying each other.