Ides of March
The day after, and the phone isn't ringing, head is still buzzing, ice isn't melting, but the tension is faltering.
Mutated morality, ignoble prey with accommodating ethicality. Scraping, and shaving, hoping and praying, looking for something but always finding nothing.
Simpering and scampering and calling it "soul searching".
I'm bored with opinions, contrary contradictions, fictitious affections, spurious verbiage, and reoccurring conclusions.
Foolish delusions, and plebeian illusions, handful of candy and a head full of dreadful intentions.
I can't tell if I'm trying to nail lights in the ceiling, or searching the sky for stars to believe in, and I'm reminded of the words "I know when you're lying, because your lips are moving."
On that day when Judas kissed Jesus did he look at him and say "Et tu, Brute?"
Mutated morality, ignoble prey with accommodating ethicality. Scraping, and shaving, hoping and praying, looking for something but always finding nothing.
Simpering and scampering and calling it "soul searching".
I'm bored with opinions, contrary contradictions, fictitious affections, spurious verbiage, and reoccurring conclusions.
Foolish delusions, and plebeian illusions, handful of candy and a head full of dreadful intentions.
I can't tell if I'm trying to nail lights in the ceiling, or searching the sky for stars to believe in, and I'm reminded of the words "I know when you're lying, because your lips are moving."
On that day when Judas kissed Jesus did he look at him and say "Et tu, Brute?"