Moral Cobbler

A Poem by karmic

Her gaze never left the window, engaged with a absent world of staticky blue
Deprecatory gestures, a poignant reminder of long lost déjà vu
She has already been speaking to me; never leaving her place at the edge of my bed
It feels like we've been talking for hours, but I can't remember a word that was said

Indefinite answers riddles signs along the wall in technicolor
As my perdition takes the form of anecdotes and platitudes from its very pissed, culler
It comes to me in an instant, I'm dreaming and this but a room ruled by my shadows
This ghostly reminiscent to escort me to its metaphorical gallows

She began with a stutter; like a record had tripped
As she spoke candidly and utterly off script
"Is this it? The deepest part of your head?
I thought there to be horrors, but I find emptiness instead,"

"No doors. One window; that only view is a veil of blue
Could it be? Is this true? Is this all thats left of you?"
With a twitch her face convulses into a blur
Exposing expressions I hate; expressions I love, but none of them are hers

"Tell me, in the place where you catch wide eyes doves
And sing to them the romantics and fallacies of love
Where your thoughts grind against cogs, put in motion by that stormy hue
Did you learn to love me as I always did you?"

She had a secret quiet passion about her; that no artist could have penned
But was that enough to say 'yes' in the end?
I muster up an answer, stare her straight in the eye
She goes "Even with eyes closed, soul bare. You can manage to lie"

Before I could reply to what she said
I'm lucid once more in the sanctuary of my bed
My eyes move to a photo peering back at me on my highest shelf
And I wonder; this time, was I lying to the girl or to myself