they say one can witness
another's soul in their eyes,
the honesty in a smile,
love that plagues the heart.
alas, the optomist might be satisfied with such a conclusion
but this antagonist is not.
i believe there must be
another stance to be defended
with jealousy reflected
through misty green spectrums,
lies in hypocritical grins,
hatred boiling through veins that,
in the end,
empty into the heart.
utopia is merely a paradox
of hopes and unexplained reality;
good does not always conquer
because when it reigns...
it pours.
without evil
there is no such perfection.
the worst foe lies within ones self
when eyes can either haunt or enchant you,
souls can either live or bleed,
hearts can either beat or break you.
in a kingdom of uncertainty
where adam bruises his pulse with idle fruit,
there is no such thing as a tempter;
without sin, what good is salvation?
someday, you will understand
when the eve within you awakens...
and you and i will share
a common misconception.