Insane senile Array(s)

Deep in the woods Where nothing grows Lies a burial, Full of lies. An arm tries its best To protest The way it got there, But fails because the world shut her up. A man and a woman argue silently In fear of acknowledgement. The red nail polish of the hand drips, counting time like never before. On edge, The man grabs his hair. His wife’s lip were painted with remorse bright and spewing from the canvas of her face; Disgust ran from her eyes, mixing with the red wood floor. Her husband screams the truth in his daughters’ name. His wife slaps him, but her violence is in vain Because when the police came He looked at her but shouted his name. Now she’s crying But he’s smiling Because the conversation gets darker With such a brilliance that The declaration were exploding stars Adding an abundance of light, Blinding the culprit with her on glistening ambiguity. The truth is pure Aquafina, Confessions were already facts that were Evident truths… So his laugh is pure, And her senile lips have gone mute as his smile Goes Joker Because he knows his world all too well.