Seems rather unorthedoxed ,
a broken heart ,
   a darkened soul .
     Treason to realism ,
    Motion to fathom ,
      Being like a phantom .
Disguised ,
  A mere myth ,
   To living .

I stray apart ,
   Break from the norm ,
  Tired of all the "broken" parts .
     A lonely form .

Cover my just ,
  A little cup for lust .
    Formed all from dust .
I tire of feeling haunting desire ,
  Burnt out the lies ,
     Living through clear skies .