Reality

Welcome to my soul,

Where shadows hail

And dreams are like

Broken candle sticks.

No wick, can't be burned

Just useless, empty wax.

Where hearts are

Held together by

Broken ropes

And safety pins.

Where bones are dust

Spines are liquified.

Where fake smiles

Fool the world.

And glimmering teeth

Fall out and leave gums,

To show the ugly

Alterior thoughts.

Where whispy hair

Falls out in chunks.

And eyes turn

Inside-out

To expose…..

The real me