Disease multiplies

until I find a coffin

so I dance in rain I

don’t think it often.

Because it I do not

know the precious

love for myself lies

luster is infectious.

I can not help it I

hear voices suave,

in deceit’s whisper,

swear there a God.

Cut by the shards a

life can cut so deep.

Afraid lonely I keep

what’s really deceit.

What face to wear

you ask each day.

Just to have a bliss

your game I’d play.

Is it not a sick state

that we resort to a

place compromise

on lies to feel great?

I want the hurt so

hammer in the nail.

So take I memories

of you I to my hell.