Hush

Justifiable panic, or so I believe
Mankind is crafty with its hidden agenda
It's beautiful lies

You sold me a maggot filled dream
Dressed it up in fancy details
Verbal and empty
I don't even notice my ears bleeding anymore

I soak it in
The poison
Your charm
I let it expand my hopes
Until they become stale and rancid

Discomfort starts to scratch at the door
I try to spit it out
The bitter taste of careless promises
Potent and nauseating
I need a distraction to cope

I create a visual in my mind's eye
Check my realities reflection
Hate what I see
Act out and try to mold it
But am left disappointed with the failure

It's not so bad
It only burns a little
Just the back of the throat
Compared to the sting in my eyes
Its perfection

But you wouldn't understand that
You instead gravitate to sympathy
But screw that
I'm just fine
Whatever that means

Departure is sometimes necessary
But it's just as tricky as staying
It's just a matter of location change
Emotion packs lightly and comes along

So the thought occurs to me
Write this junk down
Could make sense, or confuse
But that's not my concern
It's the noise in my head that needs to hush
It's my heart that needs to beat slower
And not get too excited...

Just yet

Nothing

There you go again,
Giving me the stare down.
What can I do for you, Sir?
Is there something more that you need from me?

You've had my time.
Wasted
You've had my patience.
Worn
You've had my mouth.
Tasted
You've had my heart.
Torn

I can feel your eyes on me.
Unnerving
I hear your thoughts loud and clear.
What value does your life hold without me?
Is that the question?
It's not for me to answer.

See, I was all wrapped up
In your promises
Your dressed up words.
The heart is a fool, like that.
Stays blind on purpose sometimes.

But than I lost count...
You know?
Of all the tears, I mean.
And one day it was just completely clear.

Don't cry for me now.
You never felt a thing while I was drowning.
You just held me under further.
Well, how about this...
For you, I'll throw a line.

But I'm not trying to save you, you see.
Because you've always been well skilled at pulling yourself under.
I'll just wish you the best,
But recommend you keep your eyes to yourself,
Because when I look back at you...
I see nothing that I want.

There's your line.

Angst

Acrylics/SprayPaint on Canvas

Artist: Kate Hart