The Grey

I rationalize nothing or vindicate the vertisies of a pattern made perfection... 
I will not skew the pictures painted along the path now walked with no direction 
Roads that lead to somewhere and nowhere for a few... 
I pay no attention to the lies that spare no lives or truth that sometimes to never comes through... 
The ironies of my life will one day weigh its weight in solid bricks bringing me closer to consequence and risk... but I tie the noose so willingly and with smiles across my tears reach out to clear away the fears.. 
It's the end before we begin.. now choices define our spiritual beings...we either fall for physical or sore the mind made spiritual... whether beast or angels we make the plate we ate off even if a dirty little lie taste sweeter drenched in pride and though the innocent ones cry and claim the calm "forgive you" you who devoured sin to hurt these humanbeings be quick to fall on calloused knees, your troubles sleeping are only the beginning.. so live contently with your sin and margin your place where you know you only begin to belong... a long way made grey to prodigal your soul for instants quick in past and place your futures in hands of selfish reasonings to barter logic for a lie and making your black seem so white..

~Psyqsol