My eyes look dark because I'm filled with compressed rage and malice bursting through the white meat. Inner peace is as distant as dreams from nights passed. I wonder if my face reflects my mentality. Are the fibers gripping my jaw wound as tight as my gaze? Static silence is air displaced by my throbbing mind, aching from head on collisions with reality. I'm not who I think I am . Rather I know who I am and I'm enraged that I'm not who I want to be.. Or maybe its the fact I've always been that person but my pond never reflected my image. I can see me now.

With you, I'm meant to feel safe

But when I see you
I see him

I always told
you
you'(r)e
too precious
to be
me(a)su(r)(e)d

I see no face
nor your foot.
But you seize
my heart!
You get me hooked.

A drop can
make a sea.
Like a world
a little eye can see.

When you see
me no more.
At last look
at the mirror!

I wanted to walk
along the earth
on this great shore.

But before long
it dips in the sea
into the ocean.

It's not a problem
I see is a ******
still has the cloths on!