When people ask "how are you?" They expect you to say "im fine" When people smile and say thank you, Everyone assume,no one bothers. For these little musings are speculations, There's more that lies behind. You dont know.
And the blood isn't really red, It's transparent,mixed and ruffled. The tears aren't really transparent, They're red,crimson and shed. Happiness isn't really a smile, It is an undefining smirk,a confused emotion. Crying isn't morbid, It is an ever-lasting ventilage,a period of relinquishment. refreshed?
Masks aren't artistic, They're ugly,sadistic,and disfigured. Scars don't mar, They rejoice,they fluorish,and they're artistic. Love isn't bliss,it ain't blind, It's an awaiting tragedy,a moment of anguish and exasperation. Hatred isn't antagonising, It's contemplating,a trend,a most innocuous blend. Beauty?
We were never created,never born,and no one ever existed, We are the guilt and the shame,the alabaster-like intentions, We don't swear to release, It's a mild form of expression,redefined understatement. Acting isn't a job, It is a lifelong learning experience,a human release. Drama isn't a humanity, It is the dreaded emotions of mixed ambiguity. You never knew;
So forlorn and forgave, A disgrace is likened, Check up the dictionary, Swallow up the pride, Humility was never the word, You stumble and you stride, Never fallen;
Literally and exaltingly, Egoistically frantically, Overdose and repatriate, into that world you died in. The spaces and the lines, Parallels so non-existent, Nothing existed,nothing made, Struggle to define,and you hyperventilate, faint and resume,recurrence of the doom, and..Re-assume?