The Evidence of You

i live within the lie.
i live hidden behind and inside the pseudo-sight of the enlightened blind.
i listen to their lies.
i become their truth -
more ruthless than the choking screams of those who dress themselves in toothless grins from bitting of more than they could chew.
You don't want my truth.
You want my silence.
The one thing I refuse to give,
so you rape my spirit until you've surgically removed it.
You crave the taste of shame left on my lips from hiccuped memories of parasitic inner voices.
Needless to say
I am greedy...
Dreaming, pleading, thirsting, and bleeding the feelings that promise me less than No Meaning.
They empty my being...

You say you know.
You say you tug and tow,
feast and grow,
off life's ebbs and flows.

But oh, how you've been decieved
by the very souless spirit you possess with glee and believed.

When did you learn to accept these falsified realities?
Who said you can't escape?
When did you remember to forget me?
You want what you can't take!
When did you fall victim to the lie
that your thoughts and pregnant pauses are born of wisdoms seed?
When did you stop dreaming?

When did you cease to be...Me?

[Do not search for truth; all you will find are seductively disguised lies.
Instead, seek yourself, and find the only truth there really is...The Evidence of You.]