Liquid

I see right through you.

You are liquid contained.

Shaped by the walls.

Slanted and chipped.

A blurry mix of truth and lies.

A water color reality.

I watched you run right through.

Dripping until you burst.

you run off the page.

You have become your own concoction.

A mixture of Blacks and grays.

Of everything you ever lied.

Drowning in your ignorance.

And now it’s the last drop in an empty cup.

Here’s to you:

poison liquid contained.

Your glass will break.

Shatter and crack.

And the life you have now,

Won’t ever come back.