slicing tongues in halves and shattering folklore
addiction of honesty and tears is just enough to kill an optimist
and conceal one's heart in a veil of black frost
eternally teased by serrated whispers promising hope
and to eradicate fear while truthfully engineering it
shadowing away faux racism and neon intentions
always look down, never up

terminal reverse psychology doesn't assist in a monotone world
where lillies bleed lavender and suffocate vulnerability:
beating hearts, convulsing lungs; chained to tears of lace
which are beaded so flawlessly onto destiny's tightrope oiled with superstition
look down, look down, look down
never to reflect upon a single tear from sullen gazes
oblivious that unfortunately we are all human; homosapians

and still dethroned banshees fail to enlighten eyes victim of lacking
forever sealed beneath solid steel plates of deception and rejection
oh, and how we manipulate ourselves and our loved ones
question it all now as you unravel yourself from your preservation of reassurance
drop your self-confidence and spit out battery acid - dont forget the embalming fluids:
how could one fail at failure?