"If I could wish for one thing, it'll be the smile that you bring."
Why I don't go out.Why I don't go out.Why I don't go out. by aliella-chan
The outside world is a beautifully deceptive world
where lies are more apparent than they would seem.
Silver, sharp tongues and cruelty hidden behind shiny glass faces
Their smiles as painted as a dolls like Matryoshkas.
Shallow, so shallow, this world has created a shallow society
where the last flecks of light embittered to find depth
in the dregs of murky waters.
The outside world is also a sad world
Where poverty struggles to knock on the doors of indifference.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Nobody's home," cries the voice of a little girl taught.
Poisoned from the moment of consciousness.
Where have you gone, lost innocence of the Children of Eden?
The outside world is an exaggerated diorama of human interaction
where unnecessary conflict, unwanted pain, and bloodshed runs foreboding
As it defeats the very essence of dogmas of universal brotherhood.
What lies they spout out.
I'd rather not go out.
Catch you. Catch me.You touch me in ways I do not understand.Catch you. Catch me. by aliella-chan
While men play with numbers and lines,
You come prowling and feasting on words,
An endless conundrum.
I do not get angry at you for confounding me
Just as you do not mock me for my ignorance.
Your teeth glints in the darkness as they sink
Into the flesh of your victims.
How do the taste I wonder?
Of fear, desperation, or resignment
of death that is to come?
Will they taste of the lives that they have led?
An explosion of exotic flavours and a mixture of the sweetest ambrosia of life?
Slowly their blood races as the heart palpitates
Catching the very. last. breath.
and yet, I wonder still, how can I fault you?
For is it, man's innate nature to kill?
Or some psychological defect?
You tell me.
I search for you in places unknown.
Your face clear and blurred,
Hidden by the smoke of genuine friendship and fascination.
Elude me for I will hunt you down
Like a mongoose awaits a snake.
But this comparison seems shallow.
As we drag ourselves deeper into