01-21-2014, 10:40 PM
Years race by whilst I hide in a house I once owned,
squatting silently, steadily building my fakeness; undetected.
For ages, children growing, we remain indiscernible and ghostly visions to new occupants.
Like The Borrowers … below ground.
Suddenly found, we shock the owners, finding an infestation of pests,
which is us,
disturbing the peace of their lives.
Plagiarizing even time, insincere thoughts,
driven by self-pleasure and adrenaline alone.
I reject reality … and create a counterfeit one.
Living for each moment rented, but unpaid, undeserved.
ORIGINAL DRAFT
Hiding in the house,
lived in for many years.
A ghostly vision to new owners,
taking something for a long time, not mine to take.
Making myself known,
shocks the family there;
the fakeness of a life.
Lived as a true fake.
Borrowed time, insincere thoughts,
driven by self-pleasure and adrenaline alone.
True rejection of reality … and God.
Living for each moment rented, but unpaid, undeserved.
squatting silently, steadily building my fakeness; undetected.
For ages, children growing, we remain indiscernible and ghostly visions to new occupants.
Like The Borrowers … below ground.
Suddenly found, we shock the owners, finding an infestation of pests,
which is us,
disturbing the peace of their lives.
Plagiarizing even time, insincere thoughts,
driven by self-pleasure and adrenaline alone.
I reject reality … and create a counterfeit one.
Living for each moment rented, but unpaid, undeserved.
ORIGINAL DRAFT
Hiding in the house,
lived in for many years.
A ghostly vision to new owners,
taking something for a long time, not mine to take.
Making myself known,
shocks the family there;
the fakeness of a life.
Lived as a true fake.
Borrowed time, insincere thoughts,
driven by self-pleasure and adrenaline alone.
True rejection of reality … and God.
Living for each moment rented, but unpaid, undeserved.