Marshmellow (evangelion_100) wrote in bleeding_words,
Marshmellow
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Bloody Tongue

I never have the courage
to tell people
their faults
when they ask
me

Their congenital dullness
or misplaced and wasted hatred
(packaged and sold
to others
as something
of value)
that drains their self
of what little life
they are given

I find it too hard
to point out
that their soul
is full of ugliness
that it is dark
and wrinkled
despite their outward appearance
of youth
and beauty

they are little
broken
children,

in self-denial
of their ignorance,
selfishness,
and self-righteousness

walking
lacerations
that poison
what little
real life
they encounter,

yet
so many
are sure
of their worth
of their goodness,
when they are rotting
so rapidly
that it pains me
to watch.

The sheer irrelevancy
of most human beings
can be staggeringly disheartening
sometimes,
life has overwhelmed them
without their knowledge
and now they walk the earth
in their awkward shells

even the best of us,
the few,
are not without
debilities

(I have no qualms
tearing myself
into pieces
displaying my tattered and rusty
innards
for the world.
listing my innumerable faults
but perhaps
that is the difference;
because I can destroy myself
in front of others
I can restructure
rebuild
recreate
and change

most of us
don't know
how
or simply don't
want
to

though
it seems to me
that as of late
my heart is static,
the ocean's waves
are too powerful
and I am just a sinking
heap
of burning garbage,
sinking
beneath all the other
trash
that searches for
bottom

I am just a reflection
of light
I am a bitter anachronism
looking for a different time
I am an invisible antique,
a misplaced relic
I am just a single spark
tossed into the sun.
I am, I am, I am, I
am.)

But
I am no fool,
I
will
bite
my tongue

better a silent
coward
than a dead
one.
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