Your trash talk litters my mind
And floats above me, a dark cloud
dripping tainted rain too soiled
Too unworthy
for pristine power
Into its wrath
While we are snagged by conscience woven from this waste
In the middle of nether
-Too revolting the surface-
-Too toxic the abyss.-
Your trash talk fills my world.
Ignorance, the essence of underlying irritation
Hangs above, while not in the manner I yearn for.
But more deserving of contempt:
Swallowed words of promises, vows, attempts and knowledge
--their presence
Your presence
Does not belong here.
Though one thing thou has kept true are lies.
Your trash ta1k consumes 0ur home:
No ripples of warm sunlight to dance with
No shade of sapphire to grace my f1n5
N0 cOlor 2 se3 buT 8lack/
|We swim in y0uR perpetual mistakes
A never ending tide of obstacles to pay heed of
A brutal coliseum you've purchased front-row admission
w1tH0ut rEa|iz1ng Yo1uR4 tH3 5C4mm3rs
The eternal misery to languish through.
& when Time comes to judge
When nature has dealt her ending card
Y0u wi11 d15cover
That spoken words are too impure to digest
while green paper is soaked
And levels of the ruling drown
Amid bright embers few.
Pray tell: Is this is the 'saving' you've practiced to preach?