Elysia | DISCONTINUED

M O R A L I T Y

for  s. j.

i stand on the earth

barely touching it,

on the tips of my toes because i know what

is right and what is best.

because i am the embodiment

of a distorted pantheon

of values. because i am the embodiment

of a rebellious little soul who thinks they

are all-knowing and all-seeing.

perhaps they are, with their bloodied mouths

and their leaking eyes that will tell you lies beyond.

but they believe those lies.

they believe those lies beyond because

it is what their pantheon dictates.

Morality is that which seethes with utter disbelief.

Morality is that which screams truth.

what Morality will never tell you is that

the truth of a broken scale is no better

than the lie of a crooked sin.

Morality is the flightless bird that wails for you

to cut off your own wings to give to it.

Morality is the dying man that demands one more day

in exchange for your eternity.

Morality is the dark façade of the coin.

the side you never see, yet know is always there.

Morality is the moon who washes out the sun

because she has somehow been wronged.

given a different, less worshipped light.

i have two faces. seven faces. many faces,

strung together in a convenient, spinning wheel.

i am twisted to conform. i am fluid.

what you see is most definitely and most deservedly

not what you get.