Thursday, February 10, 2011

Ying Yang

Inspiration: So in my theater class we're writing one act plays. The prompt was starting the play with a confession
Word: Hypocrite 

I am a hypocrite
My tongue spins contorted lies into a false reality in which I live 
I breathe life into my own insecurities with my every notion of existence
My mere being is a lie 
I seek pleasure in the demise of my own self 
A self that swells into a heap of nothingness laid perfectly still 
For your full consumption

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