Your nose looks like it’s avoiding the smell coming up from your toes, you stick it in my business assume half the show and there you go ranting in an unctuous fashion slideshow of passion as you start thrashing a subtle superior bashing try and play down your snoot forgetting what suits as you honk your honour with contradictions full hollow concerning yourself with yourself and branding others supercilious as though super serious issues are confused away delirious as you don’t see the relevance with your narcissistic outlook and self absorbed intelligence assured you’re enlightened while others petty fighting up there on your balcony talk of level unity while you stare down assumably, remove yourself if you don’t know don’t tell me how I should go
Categories:
assumers, anger,
Form: Rhyme
Dark whispers,
Trough their,
Lip-gloss smiles,
And mascara eyes.
I can feel,
The words gleaming,
In silver dancing,
Moonbeams...
I'm the midnight rumor,
You can see it in the moon.
I'm in every nook and corner,
My name is all around.
It's terrible,
And cruel,
None of it,
Is true...
The words are,
Sickening.
My head is,
Burning.
The background music,
Is deafining.
The wicked setting,
Is cunning.
I'm the midnight rumor,
In the moon's spotlight.
This is pure torture,
Planned in the night.
The cutting-edged sight,
Of those wild beasts,
Is blinding.
It's blade-edged noise,
Is sharpening.
I'm the midnight rumor,
Dealing with the cruel.
Life taking assumers,
Are starring me;
The midnight rumor...
Categories:
assumers, anger,
Form: Free verse