Treason of tears.

it has been some time a while ago
watching feet shuffle past
the rays of the sun shy away
cold wind is embraced in solitude

i am lost in my head
bleeding for a bosom bed
intent on suffering instead
gradually gaining on the dead

i have risen one too many times
they hurt me deeply, they wake me in my sleep
they rise above the flames while i am engulfed
left to burn in the overwhelming contempt

erratic nightmares pose as salvation
chaotic maze of dreamless dreams
the eyes are guilty of treason, with tears
left to accumulate excessively forming blood puddles

you'll be the first and last to know.

like a birth defect, twitching at the neck
rocking backward and forward on the cold floor
the fallacy of the fantasy is momentary epiphany
mumbling the last verse, "She'll never know."

are you mocking me?

i will be ignorant to the blind
i will smile at the stupidity of the intelligent
i will laugh at threats at my life
i will cry.

when you do.