What do you see in my wire veins
Nothing more than smoke and refrain
from the awful need to feel a drug
pumping in my brain,
I’m all broken limbs and broken words
Trying to speak to you some lovely verse
as I am shipped away in a hearse,
I always said I’d get here first
Dead and dead
And redefined:
Me: noun., forever wrong, wonder-less,
wander-less, lacking plot -
But
amorous