Guillotine of Beheading Lies

       Blurry is my vision...Blind is my stare. Pivity is the full moon, that holds all my answers to this life I've lead. For the moon never lies but is always misunderstood and lonely in the blackness of space. The shifthing sand contiuely falls through the hourglass of time. A sandstorm of gossip & heated lies, fry my soul, anony of cries knowing I'll never get the voice of spoken truth to set me free. Thunder bolts strike...Energy of bad weather can be felted & heard...Brewing is this storm...Toxin is the taste of vomit coming up. No air to breath, choking is my throat, suffocation surplus. Poison is their words of promise...A spell they pray and chant endlessly...Nefarious criminal behavior, wicked in nature...Someone I wouldn't want to be, no matter the hardships it covers me with. Wanting to run...Wanting to leave...Wanting to go, but no where takes the lead. For such a wander excurse from this wore down beaten path. To escape from false witness, false stand...To remember when past days were promising & grand. For now life is but a waiting game, a pending sentence hung over my head. Anxiety is my driver of sudden hidden things. Paranoid is the co-copilot stealth in flight, guiding me to insane heights. A lone wolf leading a pack of none. No followers for the grace of company...No following, be guide. I have traveled a pious path...A dangerous lonely ride. Striking myself with cruel unmeasurable punishment...Self-loath...Self-hate...Self-destruction. Nobody...Going nowhere...Non-existence...Invisible I hide. I'll never comprend & forever the sorted questions of WHY!!! Remain undyingly inside. For their piering ridiculed actions are spoken silence...Turning their backs, their final reply.