Ugly Truth

I take veils away
Unceremoniously
I reveal the wrinkles of shallow days

My verses are unspeakable:
Of them, I speak anyway
I don't whisper my profanity
I don't whisper my profanity

I am inside euphemistic blues
Just behind the horizon you stare at
With comprimised hues
Ventures toward me are best
But a trail ventured less
I am too far away
I am too far away

I am treasure unvalued
Or with no value in sight
I place ripples of reality
In the folds of unbridled daylight
But theres always partial night
There is always partial night