suns of night

rants and raves
we misbehave
words are chains
as we enslave
we then pretend
it's all okay
we then commend
a game well played
I then regret
the fact I stayed
wish to forget
the mess I made
minutes melt
hours fade
how I felt
nice tirade
we are all suns, hoping the universe continues to revolve around us.

king cobra

words built like pyramids
reaching for the sky
pointing to the grave
slowly but surely
time will take it's toll
the sun laughs
while the moon cries
hatred drips from corrupted tongues
while lip gloss masks the fangs.
poisoning the hearts of the weak.