A Vague Colored Splash of Truth Colored Mystery

Silly backward humanity

How poignantly twisted u are

Shrill blackbird screeches upon sight of your vanity

Fully alive with pride
until u spoil and mold
and it wreaks of the overflown 

Gluttons froth.

To recognize a good thing one wants when without and found wanting;

Said thing when found having rather be found dead than hear appreciation taunting;

Filled with hate and fond memories wiped from the slate

Of memory replaced with poison fables:  style; His and hers.

Poetic saboteurs!

Speaking in reverse of yearns until it turns free of returns and in turn you burn internally 

fervently alluring your self-made mirage of silk and linen optic cloth 

To top topic status when talking about the next consumption apparatus from demi-moth

Or do I mean mouth? 

Perhaps oddly both, but just nod and roast!

Enjoy the banquet and purpose a toast, that at least a few prodigal oddities awoke 
  
And figured out how to use enemy rules to put an end to the fools rules in a way so ghoulishly cool

Without making the Sovereign one too terribly wroth.

No frenemies lost.

Middle roads the cost but I'll pay that price before I live this life twice.

I have nightmares of the abduction and the sex change even though I was a child

Now I have my true child inside needing beguiled out before I spiral out

That's enough.  I'm out.