Yellow soap for a yellow me.
I don't feel like being pure
means being happy.

- I scrub scarring
with more definition
than a dictionary.

Moldy bread kissing
gravid navel oranges,
in a cherry plastic rib cage.

- Can you find me altruism
hidden in the heart  
of ecstasy and rage?

Satellite bobbing above
the air supply,
are you out of reach or am I?

She was taking pictures
of us in the aphotic zone.
Saying, it was the only way
to capture me vulnerable.

Extirpate my species
to save my life.
I am saturnine for
the only adoration I accept  
is mine.

like a perfect storm
my anger brews

wind chill low and
intensity high

i roar through the towns
leaving wreckage in my wake

never once looking back
at the damage i have inflicted

who knows where i'll go next
a storm is unpredictable, you see

there may not be a tomorrow
but there sure as hell will be a tonight

i swirl over raging waters,
growing stronger as we speak

this hurricane inside me is forceful
and the eye may be inviting

but don't ignore what is
closing in all around you

i can destruct whatever i please
with no one being able to stop me

until one day

i diffuse

I want so bad,
To escape,  
Escape this reality
And just go back
Back to the fantasy
I was once in
Cause reality is a *****
A ***** I'm not ready for

Stay great, stay smiling
feel like frowning ?
Just call me up
I'll do my best,
To turn it around
miss you much,
Take care
I love you
goodbye dear
-r.se