The Art of Faking - Byron

Your words sing swift soft symphonies down my ear canals. They squeeze and crawl and puncture my ear drums casting beats of rhythmic waves that cascade through my body. Each beautiful lie you tell, words you sell, stay in synch and stir a tune that exposes itself in my smile. As I reveal the truth with each bone shown, listen to the platoons you march into my mind's perception. Slowly, watch your army run amok in the chaos of my inner city as your squadrons storm and pillage the innocence that exists. Witness the guiltless atrocities that your words cause upon bare wastelands and feel the sweet pain of death that exists when you discover the life that wished to be wherever it could besides being hung by the umbilical. Taste the tasteless, vapid, insipid sounds that come from the romance between intoxicated letters that consummate, breed, create, birth, care, concern over new-born images of words. Each are bound by lines in parallel formation all controlled by my ink and pen. inspired by "The Skill of Speaking", this is my art that forms a form of faking.