You're The Lie

Behind those signs of misery,
You show sweet signs of ecstasy
Not much compare to the likes of you
How I wish you'd crawl under my shoe

Satisfaction, I get from the fact
That I live reality, not some fantasy
Others' lives don't revolve around me
How sad would that be?

Irony, how the thing you wanted most
You treated like parasite does host
Driven away by your facade,
Don't pretend that you're a god

Fickle fate's fury flee
Before bitter burying becomes
See simply stated signs:
"Here Hate Hurriedly Hides"

For where hate hides, so do lies
Lies weave from innocence a mask
The mask daily you don
Cleverly weaved, I grant you this

I suppose you question my purpose
I question my supposed purpose
But if you still claim you speak truth
I hold no pity for you.

You're The Lie.

Call Me Paranormal

But to my face, you wouldn't dare
No, this is my reality
You walk the walk, and talk the talk
Call yourself what you will,
but you can call me Paranormal.

Think of me Romantically
Seeing things unrealistically
Rhymes create a perfect world
Love makes this world go round,
but you can call me a Romantic.

Hold your peace, it cannot stay
Who's to say it was there, anyway?
Rhythm, a god of Precision's perspective
Accuracy of a marksman, lest it fail,
Call me an Archer of Words.

So call me Paranormal,
When the only option is your judgment.

So call me Romantic,
When your reality is too much for you.

Call me the Archer of Words,
When your aim isn't true.

And Call me Ishmael,
When you can find no other name.