Noxious Compromise

You promise to drain the pressure from the swelling

Enticing with such flagrant beauty and fragrant bouquet

I can stay in love with my sorrow with your veil

The emptiness will never be shown through the rush

The flooding of sensory exposure makes everything good

I don't even want to let it go when it feels so right

Stumbling in a maze of fog with rose colored glasses

You make the crumbling foundation of my life blissful

Nothing is worse than not feeling a thing

When the sun goes down and I wake up and your not around

It feels like you were never here, merely a shadow

All happiness seems hollow and heavy rain is falling

The sun only comes out to welcome the next disaster

If only I ever realized the disaster presence

But I simply sit in the corner tasting the wisps provided

With the penultimate calamity no end is in sight

But in the eleventh hour the horror is revealed

The rot has set in and salvation is merely a good intention

Masque of the Silent Death

Stares cannot pierce the iron-clad facade she is all-too-experienced at producing
She is drowning inside and the gasps heard are smiles and waves
Her lungs fill with sewage and the scent is of shampoo
She is being repeated thrust under just after resurfacing and all seen is reading
She won't survive much longer even though from the look of things, her future is bright
It simply is not bright enough to shine through the darkness of the present
Can anybody see that she is a casualty of your system
The problem is no one ever really did see her.

Shades of prostitution

You can do nothing but open your legs

I stare into your eyes, searching the depths

The more I look, the less I see

All that exists is an emptiness

You try and rub it out but it is ingrained in

That sweet smell only lures them in

They stay because of the prompt service

You feel so much pain and won't stop it

I want to hold you until it stops

I am afraid that I do not have that much time