Lights Go Out

You are not who you pretend to be.
You aren't watching the time pass by,
Waiting to die,
Unlike me.

The lies etched in your veins
Are the carvings found in your headstone.
Each vowel sound
Pronounced within a delay.

These words are fake.
Strip them of their hunch,
Help them up,
Guide them and let them drink from the lake.

They are weak,
Their tiny vessle bodies
Clinging to
Thin strands of hope; smiles meak.

Do you see?
Do you hear?
Do you smell?
Do you breathe?

I am the bad impression;
The bad taste in your mouth.
You like the flavor
Though you claim to detest it.

I know you're awake
In your heart.
You hide the origin of what truly lies within
By encasing it in unrealistic colors.