are you as lonely as me?
tired of not being what you're "going to be?"
only to be ripped away when you're going to sleep
curiously flawed images provide poetry.
distorted reality is something to see
hanging from the canopy of a dark and lifeless tree
broken at the knees are your silenced pleas
you let your being be free as you mentally flee
so long glee and the attachments of thee
ask yourself now, are you as ****** as me?