Hybrid Rose

Right on the edge of some sort of success

About to clear myself of having idle hands

Something hidden loves to stand in my way just to make me feel less of myself

Something makes me see that I must wipe it out right where it stands

The skies above me are not even grey anymore 

They all sit around saying this or talking about that

I have swallowed them all and shat them out already

They don't even know who they are,  yet they think that they are the shit

I forfeit their rights to stand as witnesses against me or anyone I know, for that matter

I am falling

Falling

Falling

Into tranquility again

They are screaming "Look out below! "

Fucking haters

Traitors

Investigators

Talking on their I-Phone's while filing their nasty toenails 

The perpetrators of forgotten dreams

Mine, to be exact

I have come out of all their plots 

Their snares

Their vicious little schemes

Intact 

Carrying with me the scent of a hybrid white and magenta rose

They pretend to inhale my essence but I see them turning up their pig noses in hatred that they don't even slightly regret

They act as if I have some debt with them that I have left unpaid

I bask in their forgotten sunlight while they try to take away my shade

I always clean house, they have to hire a maid

All of their games have already been played

Morbid moments of reverse deja vu 

As if they could ever re-write my blueprint 

They don't even realize that they have one of their own

All of the bones they think they have to pick with me,  I have already buried long ago

All of this madness just because, in all actuality, they are dying to get to know me

Days late and diamonds short... 

9/23/2012