His face-
greasy and worn...
Has a boy
I was I guess I was raised bizarre...
Things that
are...
As I look back through
memories of a broken childhood...
Crawling across the cement then
spindling from a web of...
You paint yourself in black and white
to conceal the rainbow within your heart...
The bystander is self-centered,
a bleeding heart's betrayer...
Wake up,
Dress up...
Cliffhanger
Teetering on the edge...
Entering the room I am tall, dark and handsome,
Ego at my side more like a shadow...
Fingers twist, bruise my lips
Perusing the ambivalent flat screen...
Familiar faces,
Greed is their name...