at the water's edge I stand waiting, for something
perhaps you in the endless seas, drowning me
with their dark serendipity,
cliff faces jut out of endless cracks
of evil laughter on the air.
Foaming lies of all you speak
surround me in this fatal shroud
midnight black, yet bloody and discreet
not a beam or glimmer of light in the sky
your clouded visions delude me once more,
to pull at the truth which may be there,
misery a tainted veil upon my face of plaintive hypocrisy,
as once more you lie through pained and smiling eyes.
Where now will you lie?
leaving me on this stranded island, darkness in my reflective panes
of insanity and ridicule,
your eyes the windows to your dying soul
I am your mirror,
would you like to know what I saw in you?
Your disgrace of me defeated your objective
to live and to let live
instead this candy-coated nightmare continues
your cyanide dreams and predatory hallucinations
devour me in this violent sea of bleeding hearts and dying eyes
your cries falling on deaf ears, you reach for me but cannot reach
for I am on this stand-out prison only less the bars
and will not give you my hand for help.
Your lungs filling with your lies, drowning you
in some malicious revenge, not by me but by yourself
your heart a tangled mess of tatters,
your mouth a gash in your desperate face,
your maiden sighs and breathes in your air,
for your blood-filled mouth will lie no more.
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
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