Lobotomizing my emotions
so not to fall on a sabre of
indecisions that haemorrhage
in my capacity to foresee.

I am a rendition of contorted
ambitions that I want to dissect
upon a realization that all is
not I wanted it to be.

Asphyxiate my breath, cull my
words so not to expel the true.
My reflection will be deducing all
that fell silent in vain before.