FACADE OF THE CYNICAL HOUND.



I look sideways across the dampened room,a pungent dewy odour emanates from the ceiling.

The labor of the day connotes tedious and involving,I shared my side of the story,it really does get interesting,a must told story with a tea of Darjeeling.

Really did you expect me not to counteract your fatal blow to my fragile heart,begone wench for I do not mingle in your society status quo.

Hurried feets, swaying eyes, dangling hands,where is the blood of the most holy man,I dare not say for only one exist unlikely to a duo.

My heart is riddled with trauma,I love my people especially the family kind, they are my heart hence I handle and treat them with all the love and care I can muster.

All eyes to the whiteboard, writings and formulas in black markers smears it surface,the effect of these inks will definitely scar,thus it cannot be erased with a mere duster.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,I stare unto the plastered layout of the city at the top of the penthouses,is it going to be one of these stories,will this modern day Humpty suffer a great fall, though not made of glass,will though shatter into pieces.

As I pour my sentiments and resentments out,I notice a forgotten lost soul,who has turned prey for the bullying masses,they hunt me down and approach me with their sharp words and add salt into my injury,I behold a day it will be if all this ceases.

Look at them,their smiles shine so bright and illuminates the ambience,so carefree these little kids laughs out without a care in the world's,a true epitome of genuineness.

How can I waltz without you,how can I laugh without you,though has kidnapped my heart and soul,I can never be content with these measly attention you give me,how can I say this that I want all of you and nothing which is not you,such aggrieved kindness.

Are you simpatico with your demons, finally you share a common side to choose,they batter your consciousness and your ego and bruise it in black and blue,the after effects and scars will forever remain like an inscribed label.

Can I tell you my fellow friend on why the world is strange,a story for another day, today is your siesta tomorrow will be hectic,abide with your principles like glue to a fractured side,do not waiver,it's what they want, don't give in.

Envy burns red in their eyes, they steal and imitate without ingenuity and originality, they will fight for the crumbs that fell of your table and gobble them up like an estranged traveller in apparels of sable.

It's all gone,it's over like it never happened, there's no muse for inspiration except for the void that stares back at me in contemplation,the paint brush bleeds red with paint,the mood is sour and the bitterness intrudes the masterpiece though in chagrin.

Wincing and grinning in frustration and anguish,the wow of it plagues me for domination,it forces it's way into control with reckless tyranny.

Merrily, merrily life is like a dream,a dream which I can't seem to escape from,it haunts and stalks though like a depraved entity,they are seething fiends in agony.

Do you believe them, can you hold them in contempt of their fallacies and spinning yarns,they sought for your disgrace and got paid full with their reward,their true face lays bare to the witness of the society.

In the birthday suit,though refreshes itself in an oceanic bath to wash away the disgust of the sweating body,drop dead in your thoughts and let the water penetrate into your scalp,truly a refreshing escape of sobriety.

A sign of the cross,I cross my heart and hope to die,a sinister scheme to throw my objectives off the track and somersault into a tunnel of regrets.

Play hide and seek to entertain my concerto of my demons,yeah, they whisper into my ears and inspire me through the raggedy course of life and it's setbacks,there is nothing to delude the open truth,no morphine nor cigarettes.

Dear old Dorothy,you are a kind and generous being incarnation,beauty comes from your soul and over spills its boundaries,you bathed in the waterfall and scraped your skin with garlic,this the porcelain contour of your face screams whiter than the snow of the Antarctic.

Blonder hair,pale skin,freckled face,hello stranger,how low does it get,the piercing enthrallment of it leaves a good taste, like sour grapes in an angelic aesthetic.





Author: Francisca
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