You're Invited...

the Charade is Calling Lovers to Come out tonight. Grab their Hips, and Kiss their hands. Falsify their Secret Plans with Fibs, and Folklore Foolery. Draw Circles of Deceit on Hearts that Swallow Whole. Dye the pigments of Oxygen Deprived skin. Ornament my Limbs w/Superficial things. Bandage my neck, and shove me in the Circus Ring. Spotlight my Flaws and Slice open my Shins.

Lie with Sweat Rolling down over your eyes, but Keep the Contact Smooth and Uninterrupted. Keep it Shallow and Keep on Touching. Put together some Syllables and Keep on Fucking. Bestow upon their Ears gifts full of Nothing.

Taste her Tears, and Hear him Bluffing. The Jokers die Laughing, before the Joke is even Delivered. On-lookers look Apathetic, and wait for the Come On to Roll off her Gullible Tongue. They wait for the Sorrow to Disprove nothing could Possibly be Wrong.

Keep it self-centered, and keep Mouths Occupied. Speak nothing Pertinent to Future Feelings Exposed with Sunshine. The Night lasts Just Long Enough to keep Your Narcissism alive.

Charade

Charade

 

Charade

Lets all go out and Play. They always have Quick-Fix Remedies and those oh-so-lovely Melodies. Punch spiked with Lust and Perspiration. And Linens to rest Your Pretty Head. That Corporal Amusement for a Soul already Dead. In Need of Things Disguised and things Forgotten which will Never be Again Said. The Masquerade will Stop for me Today. That's what i Tell Myself when i Go to Bed. The Blankets will Cover my Feelings and Cover our Heads.