Listen for the Applause By C L Cunningham
The eyes are the windows into the soul but what if I don’t have one anymore?
I believe I gave it away the day that my demons came to hunt to me.
The day I screamed for you but nobody was there.
The day I cried for love and received regret.
No humor is found when all that’s left is a mouth that’s bond and a heart left a wreck.
Check for my pulse if you dare to care to see if I’m alright.
I’m alive in the flesh but dead in the spirit so I seem to be floating on air.
Praise be to the most high elevations of the collective mind power.
For twisting the words of the book to make pretty pictures in the sky.
Pretty words for pretty girls with good girl demeanors and vixen thoughts.
Blessed be us that are sacrifices for the imaginations of the sadist storytellers of our time.
Why wine when you are fine. Nothing on you is touched beyond the reach of rainbows and sunshine, so smile.
You’re on the biggest stage of your existence and you know you belong where the audience is bigger and the gifts are supposed to be the rewards.
Peace be with you on the journey for strength and conformation.