Filthy Filter

Don't ask for answers from fools or snakes
You won't like what you hear,
if you hear anything at all
If it pleases your ear,
you'll know it to be untrue
I looked through the cracks in my mind,
and saw your reality
It made mine more sickening

Hell knows no class, creed, or color
Demons follow in times and places of light and dark alike
Quickly, quietly, in the turning of a head,
feathers and halos turn to scales and nails

In happy endings, you see what you want
My thoughts graduate to seeing what I'll never have
Does this mean I do not want?


Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson