Activities of Michael Maul

Inflated lies keep me on edge.
Tender in her promise to let me down without justification.
Sweet fragrance mixed with wine talk are enough to keep me ignorant.
If I don't leave soon I might not live to regret it.
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I bathe in the tears of your frailty.
Love has never seemed so distant as when two people are content with unhappiness.
Society assigns romance with an unrealistic interest rate.
A lifetime of loathing cost more than a lifetime of loneliness.
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Ravenous passions keep my ignorance at bay.
My love is an emotion from which I cannot stray.
Tempted to hold in order to feel.
Love freely given is unnecessary to steal.
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My belief in happiness through another human being has left me jaded.
Breakfast in bed turned into flowers for the dead of a relationship that once bloomed.
I prostituted my worth for a dance with a destiny that did not belong to me.
For a person like myself a life of dread needs no convincing
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As your beauty commands my attention I ponder my place in the grand scheme of things.

Were it not for my weakness she might lose her vanity which masks itself in a lovers promise of tomorrow.
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A time of desperation that collapses unto itself.
Bleakness is a metaphor for unoriginality in a world consumed by chaos.
Lovers tease eternity to justify their contempt for one another.
Why does my seasonal appreciation require a void in acknowledgment of the species to which I was assigned?
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For a little less
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As I stare at the night sky my mind wanders to a place I dare not go during waking hours.
I lied to the moon for a moments satisfaction that I will not experience again.
Death is having to live in a state of lucidity without reprieve from the horrors I have known.
As I serenade the angels of my better nature with a song of apathy which has no lyrics I am comforted by a truth known only to the universe.
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As I wake up in a cold sweat from a night terror I cannot forget my mind unravels.
Anger has become an emotion I invest in with no interest accrued.
My torment is in knowing as the days grow longer my tolerance is becoming shorter.
I am programmed to obey my chemical imbalance if only to believe I am in control.
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