tonite

transparent tales
speak volumes
of colored pasts

lose lips leak
secret agendas
confirmation comes
in the moments when both sun and moon are sleeping

thots that unravel
my teetering sanity
are only validated

as you claim throne
master of your own destiny
you know less
about the
master plan
then those you deem
sub servant

show me the same map once more
tell me again how your heading towards 'x'
take my hand, as you again look towards 'a'

convince me
as i try to convince you
that we have chosen this

not retreated, hesitant of further bullshit
that you did not succumb, exhausted from the fight
that you do not hold back, sick of flinching

but that yes
alone is how you chose to sleep
silently is how you enjoy your dinner
and the empty space on the couch lends you no discomfort