My eyes a portal,
launching a dimension,
crossing apprehension,
upon closer inspection-
pain has left a major impression.
Inventing new ways,
to fight this depression,
find the redemption,
preventing any repenting,
only presenting intentions.
Honesty is a quality,
not a fallacy or forgery,
trying to find honest folk,
is the meanest joke.
Choking on the machine,
If you swim upstream,
you'll find the lies,
behind my eyes,
the cries, the guise-
realized it's easier to be kind.
The ignorant are willful,
they are blind.
Their belligerence is null,
their just decaying skulls,
over time.
