x Counterfeit x
Disillusionment lingers upon my lips.
I feel like a bug smeared across a smashed windscreen.
You were once my salubrious saviour.
Now I'm under your chemical cosh.
I can hear the humming of the pylons, across an animalistic skyline.
Am I hallucinating?
Have I gone insane?
Your cheap shots are predatory and shallow.
Your negative terminal stalks all positive terminals.
Your jagged smile mocks everything in sight as you pour more fuel onto this incendiary fire.
How have you ended up this bitter and hollow; soaked in wine and choking on your own fumes?
I was beyond thirsty but where were you to quench me?
Frenzied retaliation tales are vying to steal the radiating blue from my reinforced sky.
You wantonly attack me from every angle; vacuously spinning your so called flawless, superior side of the fable, like hazy plates.
Yet there is no sunshine glory in your fake freedom; your totally serrated mission of hiding the mass wisdom of truth, from the lethallly testing maze of your deranged, damaged self.
You're savagely breaking promises, like broken daisy chains, as I keep foolishly putting your counterfeit pieces back together again.
I sit in the calescent aroma of the dissolving dark, in the secret safe of my mind, where nobody can decipher the looking glass code.
I just wish you knew this iridescent number combination tonight, so you can see that I never gave up on sheltering you from the heavy, numbing grip of life.
That I still fearlessly loved every last drop of you, even when I was comatosed.
x JJE x