How many times must I ask
myself why blood slowly seeps
through veins clogged with lonely,
dandelion indifference...
Am I not intelligent? Perceptive,
intuitive? Amber sunrises
shine always out of touch;
I bask in hollow attractions.
Damn these intrepid emotions,
they cannot be held under moonlit
skies; narrow is the road to love,
its path paved with sullen entry...
I lie down to incoherent slumbers,
glowed excursions hold false respite;
torture me no more with glitter
formed with balsa wood and twine.
myself why blood slowly seeps
through veins clogged with lonely,
dandelion indifference...
Am I not intelligent? Perceptive,
intuitive? Amber sunrises
shine always out of touch;
I bask in hollow attractions.
Damn these intrepid emotions,
they cannot be held under moonlit
skies; narrow is the road to love,
its path paved with sullen entry...
I lie down to incoherent slumbers,
glowed excursions hold false respite;
torture me no more with glitter
formed with balsa wood and twine.
