(no subject)
although obscurred to the rest.
i see you for how you truely are.
what others are too oblivious to see.
your fictitious face is kept on around them.
oh, but while lurking in the shadows of your confinement
i have discovered you with your mask torn off.
everything revealed, the analyzation of you inside and out.
inside the depths of popularity
it is clear that you have not friends, but minions.
minions who, in your own words, mean nothing to you.
just another crack in the walk
kept there for the mere comfort of having someone on your side.
oh, but fairweather friend
how quickly they are struck from behind,
unable to learn the perpetrator.
the perpetrator.
the one with the deep eyes, mastering the art of acting.
with this keen mastery you have, you've manipulated what is seen.
true feelings and intentions left in the shadows.
false sympathy and compassion is the next scene.
the star mustn't take the fall!
passed onto another, unsuspecting minion.
however not just any, oh no.
the one.
the one who, through naivity, stands by the side of this villan.
refusing to see what truth is shone.
the one who has solved your enigma of thoughts and intentions.
oh but it cant be.
the art is too cleverly performed.
making the act of acceptance a struggle.
a struggle to not unmask you before them all.
a struggle to not leave you cold.
but most of all
a struggle to not see past the words spoken which were fallen for.
...i will not reveal a name.
this is what happens when cold, tension, medication, and MDX are mixed.
i see you for how you truely are.
what others are too oblivious to see.
your fictitious face is kept on around them.
oh, but while lurking in the shadows of your confinement
i have discovered you with your mask torn off.
everything revealed, the analyzation of you inside and out.
inside the depths of popularity
it is clear that you have not friends, but minions.
minions who, in your own words, mean nothing to you.
just another crack in the walk
kept there for the mere comfort of having someone on your side.
oh, but fairweather friend
how quickly they are struck from behind,
unable to learn the perpetrator.
the perpetrator.
the one with the deep eyes, mastering the art of acting.
with this keen mastery you have, you've manipulated what is seen.
true feelings and intentions left in the shadows.
false sympathy and compassion is the next scene.
the star mustn't take the fall!
passed onto another, unsuspecting minion.
however not just any, oh no.
the one.
the one who, through naivity, stands by the side of this villan.
refusing to see what truth is shone.
the one who has solved your enigma of thoughts and intentions.
oh but it cant be.
the art is too cleverly performed.
making the act of acceptance a struggle.
a struggle to not unmask you before them all.
a struggle to not leave you cold.
but most of all
a struggle to not see past the words spoken which were fallen for.
...i will not reveal a name.
this is what happens when cold, tension, medication, and MDX are mixed.