The Beauty in our Disfigured Intentions....

The Beauty in our Disfigured Intentions....

Your indecision to bring me a closing word
Is strangling in my consciousness
Bringing me to a confusion I can't explain
How much enduring will I have to put myself through
Just for a moment of peace and clear positive perception
Every time I think I have overcome and start a new
Your ghost creeps into my head hauntingly, speaking in tongues of deception
I was ignorant for feeling something in you
When there was nothing there to feel for
An empty doorway down a hall that walks endless
Only gets darker and darker and more vague in so many dead colored hues
In the beginning we will say anything
To find a beauty to blind us to our disfigured intentions
We want to create the perfect kind of love that we can only see
But with different visions in the same entity
It will always divide and try so hard to survive
Hoping that no matter how bitter there is a sweeter taste
While we drink endless bottles of wine
Our true voices spit out from our violent tongues
Knowing there is no more use of time that is wasting
The hourglass that ages finds our youth is slipping
Rotting away like a diseased apple bitterly tasting
As the worms in our wounds slither through endlessly
Resurfacing grudges and mistakes we cannot stop hearing
So as we silence our ears and the words we speak
We feel we have moved passed ourselves without lingering
Only until the loneliness runs through our bodies, spirits and minds
Then belief is surfaced that we must always intertwine
With brief intermissions of resentment
We must forget each other to fall back in
To the ditch we have dug in our bereavement
As we fall backwards side by side
With no one to catch us as we fall into our grave.

~george ray