The Next Performance Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Hello with a pretty face.
Goodbye with a bitter taste.
Brushing your tounge with a toothe brush to relieve a different kind of ache.
Trying to erase disengenious flavors from both the mouth and mind.
Words with no emotion that are way to damn kind.
Searching for the right thing to say to keep this horrorific diease at bay.
Always a price to pay.
Blood, sweat, tears, and finally the years.
Playing topsy turby with ormental hour glass.
Using duck tape to wipe you know what.
Wishing for truly uncomfortable, and desperate but I still have not reach it yet.
Maybe next year under the Christmas tree there the plans for your furnel will be.
Keep your pity, keep your poison.
It would be just to easy swallow.
Melting marshmellows, somebody has to make some smores.
Guess that will be me.
On my knees, hands in the fire, scars that never should be admired.
Pain written right on the skin, like I wouldn't feel a thing.
Foolish through a blind man's eyes.
Maybe a cane would help.
But only if to take my anger out on someone else.
Better not somethings are best left forgotten.
Hollowed out, so divided, profuse unexclusive doubt.
The ground will open up and swallow it all.
Talking backwards on an long distance unlisted phone call.
What's that number again.
Been there done that, worn an inside out tea-shirt.
Stumble so you can fall.
Head first is a sickening thought.
Driving the first nail through this cross.
Because it's getting too heavy to continue to carry.
The punishment of a promise already lost.
Trust sacrificed for tiniest bit of rust.
Like age makes your heart wear away.
Just a stage, just a phase, acting our lives away.
And here's the next perfomance with a wink, smile the nod.