Tainted

This look, this confidence;

This cool stare, the absence of care.
A wall built by supreme cognizance

of the past - an infection,
Perfect proof of the lack of perfection.

Twisting, turning, my soul and my heart.

Love doesn't exist, or did it depart?

Lies.

Resenting.

Presenting - I,
My own. Independent.

Thoughts?
 <a prelude, more to come>