The false blame.

A half lit cigarette dizzying smoke, it all starts with a shame,
A drizzle by the night less visible, a passing stone in my name,
Undetermined i may seem, the plans still part of your game,
Turning blind isn't an option, its a darn woven around my tame,

An upside down tree in the middle, withering away in the same,
In this space so subtle, living a dream without the fame,
Acknowledging the wait it roots, down deep from where it came,
Where it all began so brisk, behaving a brittle flame,

Following a trace bit puzzled, a confusion lies so lame,
What i was that i am, what then unknowingly became,
A habitude to see through smoke, and to rise with it now i aim,
Looking through these glass eyes, putting up the false blame.

What's on your mind?

A sweet little smile amidst fail, the satisfaction is blind,

A same old mistake repeated again, the same old guy behind,

Living an alternate existence, with a code well defined,

Doing what i need to do, hiding the truth well enshrined,

Blood isn't the only thing now, running through this sinister mind,

An option less chose for in time, a curse then accepted in kind,

The truth is out now in bare, too late in time to rewind,

Be the same what you saw in me, i try too hard but to find,

Bleed in the colors this night, be the peace unconfined,

Reality is the bitter part, a piece in time falling behind,

Acceptance is a mere mirage, a sleeping pill for the blind,

Running blank through the eyes, you! what's on your mind?