My lips are tainted with guilt
My heart is dripping with darkness
But he doesn’t feel the same
He never does
Even though he’s the only one that should.
I wonder if his wife awaits him
Thinking of her hard working man
A silk robe and long nails
An image of perfection
One dillusion away from shattering
I wonder if his children laugh
Looking up at him
Messy hair and crooked smiles
Can they feel it in his sighs?
I wonder where I fit into a happy delusion sour lips and an empty soul
Feel like his own?
Does his darkness feel at rest with mine?
My mind has wandered into places it shouldn’t be
Looking at things it shouldn’t see I sigh as
My empty eyes drowning in his sparkling ones
Why do some people have to destroy to feel alive?