My World; Stabbed

A breathless fury, a judgeless
jury

Napalm stabbed into every
pin-

pricked particle of your
beauty

A bandage slowly
unravelled

A wound inside a
wound

5 to the line, a sign of the
times

A restless queue of ill fitting
limbs

Your beauty attacks
them

Makes them uneasy, restless,
reserved

Punches all their darkest
bruises

Your eyes disguise, each
of your lies

Your best impression of
holy

Slow tears ache on your face, to know a
veil

So stale the brine which seeps from your
stare

To care for it all, but care not when it
comes

Your cheeks lathered and
smothered by masks

A leash on your
existence

A person proffering a perfect
peace

a stitch in time or a paradise
lost

Is your fantasy,
?

Remember the haze, the days you
felt

Nothing. Nothing at all

You
recall the boys that you tried to avoid

On those
sun-steeped ,filled hours

The sun rays scouring your
skin deep pink

You'd laugh along,
and sing their song

But never truly mean
it

A confessional session after a first
impression

In which you told them
nothing

Nothing, at
all

Here goes the town, here goes
the crown

A gunsight set on simple
sincerity

A plus you carved out of 2
negatives

Your virtues bought by the profit in your
sins

This all becomes, will come from,
within.