whistles and whispers corrupt the depths of my wishes,
revolving doors, devilish temptations, resisted,
awkward grooves dancing in the wind,
gone in a blink,
behind these barriers i stink,
running around, aimless and naked, perforated,
crazy and tameless, distractions keep my mind tangled in braces,
in cages,
run around estranged, derangements,
placements full, in constant situationships,
undone laces, constant struggle to keep up with realities pacing,
destruction might be the word of the day,
trudging around, cat energy, feeling astray,
dislocated mind, in constant pain,
devoted to growth, give me a breath, still need to catch my train,
into the unknown planes i roam, dishevelled and alone,
homeless and in the shadow of a drone,
prone to outbursts, aiming my ego with stones,
yet roses emit perfumes that colour the rooms,
wake up, miscrodose on shrooms,
faint moon reminds me that darkness looms,
the orange bleeds into the sky, unamused,
projecting its disdain over the winter schedule,
feeling violently uncool,
conversing with ghouls,
bull in a china shop, last day a fool.