(spontaneous quick-write for no apparent reason.)

so much potential,
so many paths.
so many chances,
to heal the wrath.

the wrath i was given,
the wrath i was living,
like a fool that just wanted some attention.

i think of a death i don't even endorse.
but i soak myself in hypocrisy, of course.

the ways of man
have always been chosen
by a woman's hand.
we just don't want to admit
that we are all fans
of Love.

don't stop the time.
i'm just a pantomime
on a long climb
to a self-destructive demise.
and happy i'll seem
in and out of dreams
but i'm splitting at the seams
and i'll always need you to rise.

isolation is beautiful,
but just i will kill me.
i need a fool,
just like me.

look into my eyes,
and tell me your thoughts.
tell me how your mind wonders,
and how your brain rots.

look into my eyes,
and make me smile with lies.
because, to be honest,
they're just eyes.
and eyes will never hold any surpsrise.
unless you look deeper within my sight.

look through my pupil.
i know you will.

because you're a crazy fool.
just like me.