Monday, 22 September 2014

The Pretender

Sugar cannot stand the sea,
This sea is all salt.
In this city of so many faults,
Saving your face in the mirror takes balls.

An agent of pathos and chaos,
I am but a mirror for the eons.
But sugar has to dissolve,
These city roads I have to cross.

But I shall always drive the hearse,
With pathos and chaos as my dark passengers.
In this city of strangers,
All I have is my dark passengers.

I carry pocket sized chaos on my back,
Covered by sociable smiles I smile back.
But will always carry dark passengers on my hearse,
The city is the pretender, I am just the mirror.

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