I know I'll be alright by morning,
But these coffin crayons crack bones,
Guesses sulk cause lips don't draw shades,
Mishaps wrap glassy sparks to hips,
Distrained ecstasy foresees highlights,
Sky's apply to stitch ego locked cloth,
And steadfast butterflies paint my face,
I'm the lines that follow but don't fade,
Those spaces sink snaps to where sole see,
Responses strike transparent handshakes,
Shaded realities scream dyslexic,
But I swear that's just how you made me,
Now I just sit and watch the clock tick.