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have i gone blind ?
Current mood:
 worried
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the art of lying is a science: i'll put on my lab coat and tinker inside your head until all you see is what i want you to see. you'll wonder, 'have i gone blind? or have i been blind all my life and it's only now that i've realized what all this is?' and i'll grin, baring my teeth in a way that hopefully doesn't threaten you, tucking my demon tail away and out of sight, pleasantly answering, 'i don't know, you tell me.' what a farce it is, a tasteless, turgid, terrible show, poorly written and scarcely rehearsed. the actors are all shams, ghouls and frauds, devils and beggars and theives and cheats. such a shame that something so beautiful could actually be so ugly. not many can see behind the thick draping of those velvet curtains, but i see. i see everything. and you see nothing, because i've kept it all from you. take a scalpel and slice through my chest, peel back the thick draping of this velvet flesh, crack at the cage of ivory bone, and have a peek inside at all these holy terrors. they're living in you, they're living in me, so be careful what you advertise, someone scary might see. (this isn't a horror story, nor is it a horrible declaration of self-emaciation. it's a warning. be careful who you believe.)
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poetry, poem, writing, original writing, oc
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hungry
confused
aroused
depressed
content
blessed
awake
aggravated
froggy
cultured