"Tis"

Inspite of ourselves we weep
Loneliness is desperate deceit
Left upon untrammeled beds
Flowers rot and turn to weed
Oh this aloneness when I am surrounded by this muck at my feet
The music plays somewhere near my hip
We weep we weep
There is deceit in me
Let these smiling eyes turn unreal
It is surreal to see you smiling back at me
I have my hell to raise
Go away
In spite of me I will push you away
Teeth tangled in webs of lead
Oh are those my feet
Shall we be careful to tread upon your well-tended mackerel
Or shall be upon our way
For this is deceit
Your smile is a lie
I wanto hate
Go away
It not you I write this for
Then why do I wait for rain
Pretentious posturing
I am fake
Go away
This desperate alones
This is my hell to raise.
Shall I spell check this
Or shall we just pretend
We are good at that you and I
Or is it just me
Let us pretend then our pretensions are real
Confuse me so
Maybe the truth may not be
Oh language language unable, disabled to explain
Crippled words, dripping and soiled do you even care
Do I care that you care
Shall I pretend you don’t.
Oh but desperate deceit I do
I do, I do, and I do
Do I care or do I pretend?
Life’s unending conversation with itself
Why why
Are you a part of it
Or maybe your not
Maybe it’s just them
Round and round the merry go round
And up a hill they went
Listen to your pathetic speech
Aloneness is desperate deceit.