I. Eyes are to soul
as (soul?) is to lies
as lies are to her
and he's become so
accustomed
to matching the words
to
the
faces
that it's all just a game,
but when was it not?
II. Poor you,
dear,
are the epitome
of disaster,
the world is watching you
and
it
does
not
like
what
it
sees.
III. Nightmares,
nightmares
deceiving like the return
of love
lost
and in only minutes
it's no longer
over her
it's over her
dead (?)
Body
IV. He knows nothing
of the sin
until he knows
everything,
and by then, dear,
you'll be covered
in gasoline
kerosine
from the light
you've shown him, quite
literally,
though you don't
know it yet.
V. This love is
shallow
these lies are
deep?
Like sinking sensations,
so overused,
and
you
do
not
know
what it means
(to sink, a verb, meaning to (have? Be?)
An unpleasant
sensation (but smiles still)
from apprehension
or
dismay
VI. She knows
he's watching as she speaks
(she speaks, he thinks, she lives unto others where he
does
not)
but something else, she knows,
now
she thinks
you seem not to care
then
she mouths clearly
but you
read
my
lips.
A/N: I get funny thoughts while listening to Marilyn Manson at 3:00 in the morning. ANYWAY, merry Thanksgiving to all of you. Hope you had a good one. We did Tex Mex, it was a good time. Again, two or three song references in here, but I think they're a bit more blunt.
Oh, and, guys. Soylent Green is people! XD