Speak to me in those sultry sweet undertones
Your under-story awakens all my senses
Bland are the elements when uncomplimentary
Notice the lack of colors in your mind
I blink and you are gone before I can say goodbye
Love is a fragile collar that knows no alibis

Crying out that life
Is a mindless lesson
Blessed with elimination
We deny our promises
To confide in the silence
The empty space between
Reason and innocent imagination
Is just ordinary violence
So we try to lift our emotions
To the heavens but instead they fall
Like knives upon our dinner tables

I am secluded
by the steps of a brutal mind
Written in black and white
numerals on ***** chalkboards

Was I sleeping passed my childhood lesson?

Please, wake my tired, bloodshot eyes !!
They are weary from
illuminated nightmares
and X rated dreams

The sting of the wooden rule of measure
punished my hands
The welted numbers tattooed
on my swollen palms

Ten Hail Marys are not enough to stop this atrocity

The towering stoic women,
dressed in black habits
I do not dare look away
but I did

Time was broken
when the rulers cracked the desk
Ear deafening sounds
with my frozen tears stuck in pause

I looked up to the heavens
to seek answers from my god
Not one whisper back,
I was screaming vulgarties in silence

Lowering my head to my desk,
I closed my eyes
and counted the numerals
on the ***** chalkboard