Cringes* I suppress.
Trapped in sullen mess.
Tangled and undressed.
I thought I wouldn't feel.
Gazing from the edge.
Slick and falling--the ledge.
Sinking further, they dredge.
Corroding me in mud.
Awake, but a ghost.
Transparent at the most.
Your game is but a host
to anything polite.
I learned, my friend.
At river's red and mucky end.
Lies are calling, backs must bend.
My heart's what hurt the most.
You travel like wildfire.
Trap all those who inquire
where you came from or what you desire.
You, *sire, are more lost than me.