I am the fork in the resteraunt

Waiting for everyone to realize

They’ve already eaten off me

I am the shadow behind eyes

That comes out to live

When light is hidden behind iris curtains

I am the banks foreclosure

On a perfectly happy home

I am the god of an evil

That rots when it grows

I am the deal that is brokered

I am

The promise it will break

I am the tick that will bite

When you love making steaks

I am the garlic and the fangs

The steak and the coffin

I am the fit that is fit

To cause fits when there’s coffing

I am the audio recording you

When you break down in cry

Stuffed in your pocket

When you later ask why

What am I? I am the promise of lies.

Because the utensil is washed

The light is always brighter

And value is infinite

And the trees peak is always higher

And the truth deals in peace

And food is always nice

And vampires aren’t real

And fitness is a virtue

And it’s good to have a cry

I am the self fulfilling prophecy

that something will always hurt you

I am the terminal bullet train

You feel that you are glued to

I am the fibbing wind

That tells you whispers

That make you insecure

I am the the self defense mechanism

That ensures your always hurt

I am the devil in the dirt

And it’s funny

Because I’ve died

And the cure to remedy all this mess

Is a healthy dose of life