No Effect Whatsoever

Anger is poison that I breed.

To me a liar and a killer are the same.

A liar kills the truth

And a killer lies for his freedom.

Sugar crystals won't work this time.

This simple sweetness has become embittered.

Thank you for bringing my motive back.

I will take this situation as a muse.

And who do I have now in the end?

I've got the angel who stands on the other side of the mirror telling me that I'm worth more to "have my love thrown back in my face."

And I've got the song whose lyrics have overplayed in this town.

This paper will crumble one day in their hands

But tonight, it is my masterpiece.

All you can get out of someone who is lying on their bed thinking of what to write next is the result of silent anger that would have cried to come out.

Perhaps I expected more than that.

A little word could change my world.

In a second I can apologize and have my words blown back where they came from.

While all of this happens, I remain silent

To kill the anger and to lie about my motives.

My muse is safe with me until that song erases my thoughts.

My masterpiece of silence are the tears who changed my world, and to have my apologies blown back where they came from.