Embrace thee
Ever bending perceptions
Saturated down
My sated head roams
Disconnected
You always keep
Me in the dark
Deranged sculpture
Without a pulse
Deplorable
I see the
Truth in your suffering
No deposit no return
Ignorance is bliss
Shadows are cast
Like a locomotive
Of endless distress
Unnerving portrayals
Of trauma
Wish I was completely numb
A rough draft
How long will it take
To iron out all the kinks
And get to the final copy
Beam me up
Skin deep crawling
On all fours defeated
Let’s walk on a cloud
A miracle mile abroad
Takeoff should be imminent
Awaiting my vindication
Wayward man
Spoiled to the core
Spinning like a tornado
Pinning himself to the floor
As his Soul
Is outreaching itself
In search of something beautiful
To BEHOLD