We are adjoined, you and I;
We imitate the same mistake
With our cool clever masks
Of disdainful light, betrayed
And safety pinned to our faces:
Necessary, static sobriquets
For the hateful cycle of
Nine to five: the daylight hours
Beneath
Darkness bleeds from our
Never healing wounds
And from our pens
It crawls across our skin
And stains our clothing black
As it does this page
Beneath
Secretly we scale this
Inverted crescendo
Down into the depths of
Coalescent never ending pain
And the bleeding chaos
Of broken thoughts
Beneath
We live in crystal dreams
And covet shadows;
As our liquid hearts seep
Between the inked lines
Of never ending prose:
Of poetic self-destruction
We are disjointed, you and I
We imitate the same mistake
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