It all makes sense!

[childofthelust]

Reality on my spoon
Mothers force feeding
truth
and blind folding their children
with lies.
Wishes and dreams
wiped away harshly at
the corner of your mouth
on a restaraunt napkin.
Winds wispering secrets in the trees,
flowers dying under the stare
of a full moon
labels wrongly placed,
Chaisted for good karma,
Anger oozing into open wounds
like carmel.
Sleeping awakened
my monster breathes.