Breath was exhumed from the corpses
lingering impressions.
   But all were merged beyond
                           the futile emotions of the flesh.

For where reflections were void,
             only true deliberations stigmatized.
                                    Everything of before,
               that  were psychedelic illusions.

Reminiscing of stained windows,
                recently cleansed of the memories of
                                                                ­yesterday.
Only now were remnant fallen dreams buried
                                           beneath falling stars..



                           That crawled like maggots
                                                 in the heavens
burrowing deeper the more they fell...
                And still though falling, there breath still
                                          gasped as death only exhales.

I am shunned
Because of my
Beliefs
I can’t help it.

I am a lepersy patient
When it
Comes to finding love
No one wants me.
Because I am scary
I can’t help it.

I am told
I am ugly because
Of ethnicity
I can’t help it.

I am an out cast
Because of
My intelligence
And knowledge
I can’t help it.

I am evil
Because
Of my
Mental illness
I am not evil
I can’t help it.