A Message

A simple warning for each of you,
Not everything I say is exactly true.
With each word I'd add a grain of salt,
Believing in myths is your own fault.

If you expected to read my life at your leisure,
Then I'm sorry to say this is the wrong procedure.
But don't be discouraged just because of what I write,
Each poem comes from an idea - both of horror and delight.

Somewhere hidden in between the lines and phrases,
Is a message which once deciphered amazes.
But can you crack the code and see inside my mind,
Or simply read the face value with an Eye of the Blind?

These poems are the first step to knowing,
The real life that is otherwise never showing.
Will you return in the future or say Good-Bye,
Have I intrigued you enough to have you even try?

A simple warning for each of you,
Not everything I say is exactly true.
With each word I'd add a grain of salt,
Believing in myths is your own fault.