fiasco...

hearing voices talk of never again is jus the lips way of doin what is instructed of them... knowing if the right one comes along the heart will wanna reason with what is warming up in the bullpen... denial in words muffled to the blabbering of loosening the lies gathered for a bit of comfort that will never be true... as it's into the night where thoughts have their way with the details of how the heart has been abused... unable to take accountability in choices the luv isn't felt with self behind the scenes... in a phase of pain n suffering the battle in its own is a struggle to admit worth without arrogance poking a lil fun at an empty need... turning on the one within jus trying to manage the confusion that settles into the nerve... yet when speaking on the matter the smile is sorta resurrected for a brief show n tell knowing it hurts... allowing only the strength of what tries to overcome the fiasco to be seen... the hiding shields the proof of vulnerability so no one can take advantage of stagnant dreams... as the tone spoken in is no more than false vibes attempting to trick those wanting to get in... hoping someone soon would seriously be enough to lay down defenses too high to overcome another awaiting hit... so it becomes a game of catch me if u can digging into sights witness to the display... others can relate as fools aren't as dumb as the pretending believes in its own silly dismay... lost in stares refusing to make eye contact due to the resistance must remain in sync with the mind in control... checking emotions that tend to accept trouble for a better cause that never evolves as the too fold... finalizing another chapter that goes unheard for some time captured in its silence... molding a diamond under the pressure is the belief when life is the only true guidance... figuratively jus wanting to feel uplifted during days spent so a norm can be enjoyed... falling into a void noided by noises where avoidance is vital to growths getting on the where to good gets to goin...