The Subtext Will Blossom

Superior endeavors
Suprising my eyes-
Making my cries
-A simple collection of lies

Free the beast within;
To a family we are akin
to and within this heart
In which you will not part
Waiting ever so patiently
As my soul goes on triumphantly

Negating negative thoughts,
Sleeping in warm cots,
Withering from the path
Of strained time
Spinning on a dime
Between the lines of false and true
Waiting sincerely on my cue,
To make my move,
So subtle and smooth
As your mind melts,
Into this silent calling
As time is continuously falling.

Feigning death without a trace
Not forgetting
My unforgettable face
Rotten old with my cane,
Perhaps I am not sane.

I am not too kind,
Facing my parricides
Riding these county fair rides
As my sight has ended
And my mindset is bended
As the earth revolved
And our lives dissolve.