Shield cracked, imitating the current state of psyche, don’t stare.
Fighting, flames, in my, run away egotistical bullshit I’ve gotten into like bed, comfortable unless you lay for days, then it becomes a hardened tomb.
Snake in every slithering opportunity to steal my joy, head up, hiding confusion is anything, anyone, what they appear to be?
Gloria, I’ve written back and forth and you know my circuitry, feel my desires, cry with me when I feel meaningless.
This is the hour to meet again, these are the days I’ll sink to swim disregarding the surface until my lungs fill with drowned cries, reminder that I’ll soon be discontinued.
Emotion Dough 