Painted Sky

Loom in shadows of a painted sky.
There has to be more than asking why.
But as yet all I here are queries.
None of them filled with conviction really.
Merely statements delivered as if on cue.
Have to admit I’m getting sick of it too.
Whatever happened to the fire raging inside?
You know those feeling that gave you drive.
Cause from where I’m sitting you’re a facsimile.
Little more than a boring entity.
Much like a mannequin compared to a man.
Could it be the result of all those times you ran?
I don’t really know I’m simply commenting.
Reality might be it is nothing.
Still I refuse to believe that’s true.
Exactly like how I don’t trust you.
So offer some words before I turn blue.
You know cause so far you haven’t said what you plan to do.

Silence is deafening and growing dull.
Words out your mouth are still at null.
So I roll my eyes but say not a word.
I delivered my piece for which I was heard.
Sadly you continue to stay mute.
Your vacant eyes suggest this doesn’t compute.
Which raises my eyebrow toward the ceiling.
Definitely there is something you’re concealing.
What it is and why I cannot infer.
Perhaps neither can you as it is a blur?
Makes no sense and so I continue to watch.
Wait for you to blunder and botch.
Sadly you move barely a muscle.
Internally that leaves me in a tussle.
Do I speak again though I think this a ploy?
No, I stay silent and continue to play coy.
For in the end you will have to talk.
Otherwise media vultures like tear you apart like meat off a stalk.

As I suspected you finally relent.
Blurt some nonsense as if heaven sent.
Not a lick marries up proving you are damned.
Worst of all it’s all been cammed.
I smile, blink, turn then depart.
What comes next is not what I’d call art.
A vicious cacophony or vying for power.
After all someone has to sit atop the shining tower.
Why they want it so much I’ll never get.
Looks more like a forever spiraling debt.
The sort where you’ll will never be free.
Have a chance to live peacefully.
Though it was your choice and you sought it out.
Showed not a miniscule of self doubt.
That was until you realised you were neck deep.
As well as being without a paddle up the creek.
Guess that’s what a lifetime of lies does.
Story is over and yours ended in a hated murky fuzz.