in my words,
they found solace
an uproot
purge of wild-powers

why can't I
be walking on ceilings
Rage Rage Rage
tricked to think
the float is insanity

and finally a contact
from my beloved
invisible, unsuspected
desires of virtue
whilst entailed
with sister tremors,
you cross, draw on me,
make translucent hearts
of my wrists

for how long shall
your marks not rinse

in my dreams I am you
and you me
repair my lucidity
as the damp ornate
sacrilege overcomes
all that we've forever
rarely been

every semblance is lost,
scramming towards dust
maybe there I'll
be able to scream
play my tempered,
vicious songs
to earn distaste,
a glance from strangers

fuzzy teenaged tendency
of trailing a
finger on walls
why do they
despise of the essence?

that won't ever reach,
merit a place
at the bottom precious
my box
filled of nick-nacks

and for fewer decaying
fevers and marvels
of eternity,
when keeping sanity
as a raid
against truth-telling

but it won't matter when
the world forgets
and would-be birds
still sing profanities
in echoes of a symphony