lifelong dreams
tantalizingly close & slipping away fast
sinking deep into the clutter
of the things we don't need
of the people that don't matter
of illusions of ourselves
of a million pointing fingers
& role models & doppelgangers
the words are trapped
by eyes waiting & watching
by tentacles of argument
by conflicts of relevance & beauty
by too many choices
by too many to please
No matter how much blood
no matter how many screams
no matter how dark & rich
the scene becomes
its always the same
lies wrapped in red lipstick
nothingness covered in satin sheets
& real beauty hidden in a cloak of shame
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