loss of words clutter the mind
of unthinkble horrors, hanging near
on the edge f something deep
but the vastness is deceiving
scrambled parameters, all but lost
makes finding safety, harder yet
A single tear stood for the right things
has now dried and turned to stone
insecurities flailing to a darkened space
where permeable things are admitted
Crossed lines have been passed
In a way more than disgusted
and as your visions near,
do you find them satisfying?
and is your mind fully quenched of the thirst
of everything that you've ever lusted?
You've clouded the meaning, thrown it astray
and searched for anything, to pin on the blame
not knowing or caring of whom it could be
struggle to see, what you'll never become
grown tired of one's self, so try to change
too many times discouraged, of what has remained.