Broken Illusions

This is a really rough poem about people being fake and how much it frustrates me.

Fresh bud bursts for life,
Dripping blood with each rupture
Ejaculate of daggers to rip noses whose smelling smiles
To escape all that’s left and saving hurt.
Delicate pedals fresh for life
Slit the throats of pretty humans in their revenge
And mine
Shrieking pierced giggles to procreate.

A stench of green and grey to fill
Empty space that seems so crowded
Mirrors broken from lies
And covered by smearing lost care
Love and hate mixed in bottles
On your shelf for the taking, and giving.

Wrong but unnoticed and wrong accepted
Relative time and time of an equation lost
Roots and grave meanings vanished in the dirt
Below trees and seeing clearly in the dark

Memory and excuses flow fluid
Dance in stream and mixed
Lost as black in oil
Only to shine through in refraction
Only to scream in horror
Spilling rainbows to fight you
Unnoticed, unwanted