Confident Confidant.

I’ve completely burned right out.
I am defiantly giving up.
No more pressure and no more doubts.
No more disappointing pity calls.
Precious energy weakens the less than strong.
Suffocating the members of who should have been.
Taller trees that bend from this stress.
Passionate about your best friend’s death.
Arguing to yourself out of judgement breaths.
Morgues are the safest places for a corpse,
but no place for such a beauty queen like yourself.
Typical, typical, mudslide monarchies.
Guilty-clad mercenaries,
with the troubling heart of the drunken Kings.
A poet’s heart stings the hand of the combined innocents.
You just can’t keep consistent harmonies together all the time.
And binding collectively the actors or even the patient’s sleeves.
Dreaming of common insecurities,
well I’d rather be never born.