Denial

That cool autumn’s night.
Standing in the pale moonlight.
Cool windy caresses of salty air blowing at my tresses.
I saw the breath of my own troubled sigh.

I suppressed my thoughts. 
Tried to shake the shivers they brought.
Laughing loudly at the sounds of madness reeling through my mind. 
I denied the truth of my own wicked side.

I lied to myself
Placed rational somewhere on that lonely back-shelf 
Consumed careless words that never filled my heart when I swallowed.
Loved the taste of lies that left me hollow.

....

On that cool autumns night.
I suppressed my thoughts. 
I lied to myself

But, I could no longer hide my wicked side..