I write to you now,
Drunken and disorderly,
Exacerbated state filled with monolithic tones,
I see tears filled with poetry,
Lines crossed with poems,
I see rivers filled with apathy,
Thoughts of the unknown.

I speak to you with empathy,
I shout to you with signs,
I scream wrought without poetry,
Hearts filled with the bleak lines,
I ache to them angrily,
Their cries to the unknown,
I look to the heavens and reach for the throne.

I tell you with dignity,
Confidence and pride,
I lie through my teeth as you listen to the rhymes,
I move through the symmetry,
I move through the sea.
I move without apathy,
I move in you and me.

I feel grace when you are reading this,
I feel peace just to know,
I feel pain without agony in the thought you’re alone,
I see clouds hanging over me,
Wind filled with tears,
I feel thoughts overwhelming me,
Thoughts of ended nights.

Just another fabled poet you see,
Just another guy,
Who beckons all about agony,
Who cries all the time,
I feel all of your empathy,
Your pity your cheap dimes.

I see through the facade that is the everlasting crime,
I write for the lonely,
I write for the pained,
I write for the sickly,
I write for the vain,
I write for the criminals,
I write for the sins,
I write for the lost and those who are not accepted in.

I see all of your beauty,
Your everlasting eyes,
I see through the autonomy,
The lust without fines,
I know what your thinking,
I know what you’ve said,
I know why you’re angry,
I know why you’re sad,
I care only for the memory,
That we share at this time,
For only in the mystery can we be sure we are fine.