Adhominem

The vines are crawling all over my spine Up to the part where our hands entwine As I slowly drown in the sea of thoughts My mind be filled with series of dots

Thy hardest skin be scarred with the dullest blade And ugliness towers the most beautiful braid For hyprocites scream for pretty lies As victims plead for merciful cries

As swords and pens and words and dances Slowly kill, even small glances For judges they know they are not And beautiful dreama they now blot

But I still choose emotions over logic Disregarding reasoning and believing in magic Bottled up in a world where feelings are unknown Where adhominems is praised, what we call our own