These deafening dreams are resistant to the truth,
for they are made of fantasy and lies,
delusions and insanity -
reality is mute;
sweet music is lost to these unhearing ears,
which only hear the guilded shrieks of hypocrites -
ugly words hiding behind a mask,
a superficial layer of gold -
these hollow words are worth nothing,
for they are merely the shells of empty promises.
A contest entry
- quickie XIV by Salty Hibiscus.
400 points, ended March 2, 19 entries
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interesting take on the prompt. unfortunately i guess some people are like that, sometimes. thanks for sharing and good luck.
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