Saturday, January 22, 2011
you
you with your words that cut,
your smile that pierces,
a subtle hint of irony,
you with your skin of pale,
your eyes consumed by Night,
a white Sepulchre
you with your dramatics,
your friends that laugh,
To kill a Mocking Walking Being,
you with your thoughts that contradict,
your faltering judgement,
your limitless grief,
your uncanny obsession over void,
your fear of death,
your hypocritical faith,
your love, that in the end matters not,
how can i respect you?
if you can't even respect yourself?
how can i look up to you?
how can i love you,
if you don't even love yourself.
i love you most ardently, 7:40 PM.
