my complexion darkened by that skeletal wrist wrought with rust dusted blood of what used to run an impression of who I used to be
strumming the strings to my spinal chord that blissful music a sweet morphine to still those poisonous lips registered to the skittered voices taking refuge in my head
the morphine doesn't always hold I search for that sweet spot too withdraw the shrill eccentricity screeching I cannot suppress the silly frigid air protrude with a single glare
breaths puff and heartbeats escalate as eyes are met--green and brown hazel to the cerulean blue the tepid synchronization of similar frequencies
how the night glimmering lights illuminate the graffiti of complicated shadows simmer into a wilting tilt of sorrowful flowers how the roses are drowned and never to fill
how the match in my chest lights anew I have to do my best to keep it alive caress it but don't get burned by it I can never see too far into the future
but I can only know what I am off of glare at this present precision how will I ever know who I am if I cannot see two feet surrounding
alluring this flame through the sky-scraping scent of night delicate to the visionaries too steep as the head begins to pound out of its keep
avoid those dark corners I once used to brood take a break on a flight of stairs and gaze out the flashes blurring by
keep my teeth in my cheek the tongue will slip out sharp and cut someone keep the thoughts from rolling slickly off of it the top of my head is not a good place to stand