The great deception, lies unnumbered
Without correction, the truth still slumbers
You dream your delusions
Lost in illusions
Illustrations your most adventurous creations
At best a second-rate imitation
What you see as the truth
Words twisted, used, abused
And then when the tables turn
The enemy you so revere is mourned
White flags burned
War of words, you pull me into a fistfight
Covered in blood, guilt the cost of being right
Flowers on a gravestone, the cost of a battle won
Forced into accepting whatever else comes
Handcuffs and lines cast on a pale face
The reward for winning the human race
YOU ARE READING
To Whom It Concerns...
PoesíaShivering in the rain, burning with the fever of resistance...you're almost on your knees. Perhaps that's where you always wanted to be.
