Dark Magic Meet Mystery and Science.

I've carried this bag of insecurities on my side like a lover. So much so that I've neglected to focus on what's real. Much effort goes into thinking I work for myself but anybody with 20/20 vision can see I strive for others. I regret letting the peanut gallery know my name. Too often do we put our faith into ghostly phantoms. Somebody we thought cared as much as ourselves. We hang on to hope. We use greed and knowledge to get our ways. Most of us can agree upon common goals. We all want to smile, love, and be loved. When we feel we are all equals we will truthfully be equals. When we are equals we can be lovers and when we are lovers we will be tangled in a web. The web we fell into when you healed my wounds. The web that started the moment we locked eyes. Liars hands will be tied and sent to the guillotine. For every promise broken, a finger severed. For every empty thought, a broken heart. For every broken heart, an empty grave. Until then break the rules of life and let love shine like a shooting star.