My Words Are The Slaughter

This is not a side of me
it is me
all you see and hear
is nothing more then a mirror reflection,

a composite reality
which is made to fool you

I am not pleasant
funny
or something you'd like

I am kind
that is probably the most reality you will ever see

I am a doll
you see a doll
I have a soul
but it's masked by flesh

it's the flesh you love
and the soul you like
for one to exist without the other is anarchy
for one to exist is stupidity

take heart dear listener
I have turned my soul
"my words to the slaughter"
to words on this paper

here you can take at your leisure
even enjoy what's to brash to stand
I love to love, and hate nothing
but remember dear darling,

I'm no more then you read.