Snake Oil

Radiant,
The flowing tide of the pulsing sting,
Never any wonder
At all
About what is really in your head.

You are not what you seem,
Radiant,
But empty,
Radiant,
But empty...

Cornered,
As it were,
By whatever happened,
Not able to withstand
The break  you spoke of
That never happened...

The breaking point,
Never is really crossed,
Which is the torture
Of your insanity,
Radiant,
But empty...

The glorification
Of your empty heart
Rings hollow
In the hallways of mind noise,
Radiant,
But empty...

You are not what you seem,
Radiant,
But empty,
Radiant,
But empty...

Thievery,
Heart destroyed,
False prophet,
False profit,
Yet that's all you seek,
Radiant,
But empty...

Radiant,
But empty.


Copyright 2013 by Andrew T. Durham