In all
the truth is still breathing
down my throat.
And out.
It's In your atmosphere
That I love so brightly.

Trance state and calling
Why I pain my own flesh
Why I excruciate each thought.
Who am I reacting to but myself
Do you want to give me my release
Or am I just here for you.
Some days I feel hung
Others not so
And then in that
I taste selfish on my tongue
Can I realize my pain for what it is?

Red and Shine in morning time.
Summer hair in heated air.
The grass grows so fast now.

Your under bellies softness
It would tear so  effortlessly

Flesh driven desire
And the aching want for death

You remind me of better fruit
from the  rotten tree

Tone deaf
Emotionally
Your infliction
Doesn't sway those
With out conscious.
And your manipulation
Doesn't sway those
With higher conscious.
Those lesser fools
Bringing cry to the feast
Who complain of their feet
Being sore on the eve
Yet they walked on them?

Beware of those who have more
Tragedy than you
At every corner
And watch how their stories of pain
Quickly become lies to refrain
Any sort of giving out of their way.

They must receive
And if you can't please
You are as needless as needs.

Don't fear desolation
It comes in waves.