Its so easy to
close my eyes.
Ponder the shortest of goodbye's
to then Drift away.

Courting the disorderly
Loving the ordinary looks
Of passable sanity
Engrained into blue veins and hearts
Beating- What are your pet peeves?
Well I cannot stand it when
I wake up to see the new morning.
I **** how annoying thoughts toying at
My sleeves can be.

Is it by my nature that I isolate
Distribute and demonstrate my existence
Then transcend expectant eyes
With an indifferent smile your
Foolish child
Believes me. Holds my tragedy
Blinded by my flatter you will never:
Wish me away.
In a pool of blood, broken, secrets that
The sea just denies.
A martyr upholding bruised thighs. Carries
Abet motives thus killed by the poets
Demands.