Mama.

In randomly scattered moments
I can fool myself cruelly
through the tattered fragments
of a phantasmal memory
Abreast on a breeze of torment
I hear a quiet whispering
of an imaginary figment
a vague and ghostly thing
In the maddening confusion
I can make myself believe
through the comfortable illusion
that a child’s eyes perceive
Within such a warm delusion
I hear words never spoken to me
from the mouth of a fabrication
by the mom that you couldn’t be
In gradually growing resentment
I can hardly seem to breathe
through smoldering enchantment
my eyes still fight re-opening
for the sake of such abandonment
that represents the harsh reality.

Everybody’s Fool.

“Look here she comes now,

bow down and stare in wonder…

oh how we love you, no flaws

when you’re pretending…

but now I know – she

never was, and never will be;

you don’t know how you’ve betrayed me…

and somehow you’ve got everybody fooled…

…without the mask, where will you hide?

Can’t find yourself…lost in your lies…

I know the truth now,

I know who you are,

and I don’t love you any more…

never was, and never will be;

you’re not real and you can’t save me;

and somehow now you’re everybody’s fool.”