mentalistacer
Oily beach of promise unkept...now to clean up this mess...
Your smiles drew me in too late to know that the glow was just for show...
Lit by starlite without shadow makes the obvious masked as subtlety...
The gong rings that time is gone and so few know that thought and emotion are the same energy...
Pulled instead of pushed I follow into an apathetic realisem of consent without question...
Follow the leader with no one in charge...Off the rails they will fall...
Slippery when wet like the original mind...Ever evolving into decay.