Mr. Nameless

like chief 

from one flew over 

the nest 

that belonged to the cuckoo 

I don't hear you 

in the beginning 

but unlike chiefy 

In the beginning 

I understand you 

I choose not to recognize the momentum and conviction that exist just beyond your words 

I refuse to read in between your lines and resolve to not read your book at all 

pages filled with decit and lies you pile on top of what you once believed

what you led me to believe

were truths not of your making, but of your fate

the cards that destiny had unflinchingly yet unwillingly dealt to you 

while you told her your truths with two fingers crossed firmly behind your back 

a smile percieved to many as a tool for charm 

was simply your gateway towars our hearts in a quicker fashion 

a gazelle at first glance at the horizon 

quickly your form changes to the snake in the grass

your time is up 

the stalling is over

your cover is blown 

everyone say hello to the man i thought i knew

mr. nameless

Sir take a bow