Care to drive me mad ? ? ?

connect. reconnect. seems like we feel each other, yet too far away to know one another.

your poems are revelations. yet they treat them as lies. Too arogant.

they laugh at you,mock you,they curse you...they promote blasphemy. yet you sit beside the throne of denials...their throne.

you read to them your heart. but they rip it in front of you. they'd even stole your dignity.

they say you are one of their friends, a companion, and one them. you are not. you are real. they are just a fraction of our imaginations. too dark,devilish to be true.

you still consider them as the "all-knowing,all-understanding" friends that you keep. I just don't get it. you still defend them in front of others. you still say they are just like that but not all the time.

I'm sorry i can't decipher your code of friendship.

i just remembered the "OBLIVION" that you claimed you were into. That early morning when your head was spinning and your words keep on going.