White Hot.
I'm Surrendered.
Punctuated and Capitalized.
You leave my nerves a mess.

Bright blue might do it for some,
Me? I am left sick and shaken.

Always there, the eddie or the draw.
Deep down into that cylinder.

I might care more about it,
in another life.

Now, I am ruined by it.
Broken into one piece too many.
Scared for my life.
My home grown serenade.

Perhaps the clatter and drag will catch up with you.
The rue and righteousness consuming you.

I hope you find an easier peace.
Something softer.
I think, in undetermined ignorance:
"No one deserves to break."