With the vacant entwined,
the circumstances lay tough
   and the task dwindles to a graze of the hand.
Enigmatic cues pushing toward the departure.
A chamber of disguised disclosure opens and releases.
A slap in the face given repeatedly with vindictive locution
Speaking more,
  Faster,
     The attitude drags on,
         and the pores of the affair have been dismantled.
Grabbed by the shining gloss of artificial promises.
Underhanded and inconsistent,
  and completely unpalatable to me.
    was the bloated sense of pride,
that gloated nothing-worth-speaking of.
Submissively enduring the schedule of a self seeking idler that latched onto the collar of my shirt.
Like a hankering,
    Like a constant pain to my neck