Grabbed with no warning
from thousands ‘n thousands hands...
In deep depression,
clearing the emotional debris...
Sun rays diffract in my eye contact
in fact...
A method cuts you out?
in hunger pangs...
Lying in congealed blood.
You cannot wipe off the stigma...
You walk into a trap.
The self-search must start...
‘Twas your ghost
to secure the promise...
The pain cycle
celebrates the pitfall...
Just through the cadence
of withering these flowers...
When I was young, I'd plant a seed
With all the help from mum I'd need...
An executioner
gazes up into your eyes...
Unhinged
in final descent...