musickrazy16

So you, you with your words. Your common words. Your words keep you company. All alone with your sorrow. You charmer.  You snake.    You fake. Did you fake everything? Faking feelings? Fake. Your lies    create a dark blot on my mind like a grease spot. You’re just a grease spot. A dirty, horrid, polluted existence of a man. Ha! Not a man,   but a boy,    a child. The grease spot that won’t come clean. I try to clean up the black but It just spreads, turning my wonderfully colored world into a gray mess. Your sorrow spreads like a wildfire… No, like a grease fire! Splattering the whole r