crystal ball

did we do this to ourselves?
you know I had terrible intentions from the start
just as these horrible people
you see on the news
or printed in black and white ink
they stalk there prey
then break there bones
and got all this attention
all this negative praise.

my thoughts
my compulsions
my moods go something like this
second by second
day by day

I am searching for a moment
of clarity
that fortune teller must of been lying
fibbing most likely.
there were
no clear skies
no hilltop romance
no revelations
just sugarcoated dissapointments
filled with animosity
I waited by the sea
all the tide brought in was ugly shells
filled with the fortune tellers lies.
I mean...exagerations.