Consequential cornea,
Staring at a canvas,
Violently resisting a cloud of salt water,
Selfishly succumb to the follicle strands,
They administer a quiet reprieve,
Two convoluted colonies of physical expressions,
Where one is ambivalent and the other unconvincing,
Into an ether of color and disorder, tortured on a skin tight easel,
He is trying so hard to paint a smile on that face,
But his brush is dry, his paint mixed together,
Attempt to break the silence,
To be met with a lethal interjection.

I know this doesn't make sense,
It never does,
So I will put this into words you'll understand,
I am gone,
Out the window,
Free fall into concrete,
Gurney waiting calmly,
For a chord to pull,
A pillow over my face,
A needle shoved in my vein,
A lethal interjection,
A desperate panic attack,
I'm setting you free,
And you will be happy.