Gray




My friendship is dyeing
Everything is gray
A flower of deviancy
Is precise and cold
Like the sweat of fever when the
 black forest whispers in the wind
Like razors in soft skin
Utmost Agony
Unlikely you’ll survive 
your ignorance or Love
Blood dries in many shades
Crisp and stains
Wrap your arms around your legs,
hold yourself
None provide apt comfort
Touching becomes conflict
It’s painful
When everyone is in your space

 suffocation…. Go away I can’t breathe

Beautiful conversations
turned watched and analyzed 
Its not grown, It’s still the same
A bond, a trust
-Tampered by fear and insecurities -
It’s killing me, my words can’t comfort
Ruined by thoughts that should 
have never been spoken

Outed by my own lover 
when trusted
In his hate he stifles my spirit
by non acceptance
of stealing something I need to survive
My Mind
My Freedom
My wicked heart is breaking
Surrounding my peripheral vision
Look only “here” and “there”
Don’t think, Don’t question
I’m quizzical
It’s quiet and harmless without intent
Is it not intent which is 
proven before punishment?
They’ve suffered no crime
By these deft hands that hold
Let me ball up in a corner
For the loss of peace in my consort 
By the Tyrannical Governor called 
LUST 

Created on ... July 21, 2004