Sentence after sentence races through me when
I greet my close friends. They wonder where
I've been—resting with a new one—not able to
admit. Withdrawal leeches away; intensity ravishing—
pain a close friend. though i have built tolerance.

"You've got what you want—cast away; Begone!"

Scars mark the number of occurrence—impossible to
remove from raw skin. Laughter a double-edge blade—
once being my own—echoes in memory.  Memories
long lost to a void-state—untraceable.  Reality fading;
counterfeit wishes succeeding; color exists in emotion?

Metaphorical meaning: monarch's wings; sophisticated
structure; blank lies—come to end. Be at my grave when
I rest.

Leave your terror to mine; Alone.