Fleurs Emprisonnes

Just another day
Centered around such insolence and malpractice

...I cannot mend, i'm not a talor

Slaving away in such ignorance, been burned so
...so much that it can't be contained in such manner


I flit and fleet and fly, now realizing is my own mental embrace
hoarse screams, tortuous flies, buzzing noncensically
continuously, nonending buzzing

I want out, "I said I want realease"

This beast of blades, this reckless insanity!
.....Leave! Die! You contemptuous whore!
you seek to only lacerate what was left

Scrape me clean, because this empty hole only has love left
I hold here to you, on this doorstep, this boquet.
To this empty home, I look onward, inside the black
...ruined brick, desolate steel, inscetual cracks.

Reaching out, only returned glass and crimson disappointment.