Mind of a two timer

 I walk the cowards road

It's covered in thorns and nails.

Your sanctimonious contempt hurt my soul

But let me tell you, my bleeding heels hurt so much more...

I'm two faced, it is the pet hate of the brave...

While one face burns by the fire in your eyes

The other face is looking at hell

You have no clue of the horrors that meet me there...

I lie, I cheat and you puke at the glory that come my way,

I'm greedy...but each morsel sticks in my throat and burns a hole in me.

I have my reasons to walk through this hell...

Reasons spurned by your valour,

Your sneer at my compromise is a mere shadow of the torment in which I cry.

So next time you pour your righteous contempt on my corrupt soul, just remember I still win.

'Cos your eloquance is but a puny blight on the putrid, venomous storm that rages within me...

Self

 No limits, no boundaries

no lines to be crossed

heedless, reckless

this shooting star 

destroying itself

whirling so fast

an illusion of stillness

of great calm

Soul whisperer

 My soul whisperer is me

the one that feels

care and keep,

tenderly watch over

In a world where

those that speak but not hear

tread rough on what's already dear

I move stealthily into position

to be my own soul whisperer