Tape and Glue

He apologized for his actions
How he found no such obscurity
In the relevance of her presence
In the follies of his maturity
And was met with no such buzz
But only the laughter from his phone
So he threw it to his bed
And set forth a life alone
So that he’d never feel a loss
And the pain that entwines
His self-diluted vision
Amongst the massacre in his mind
That seems to never rest
As the sun begets its setting
He wouldn’t even know
If it be coming or relenting
He’s high and in the throws
Of a mind close to beheading
Itself from all blunders
Or in fact itself perhaps
If all persons are alike
And he is not molded to the mass
That perpetuates his animosity
In regards to a befouled world
That has him feeling quite alone
Though he walks amongst the herd
With such a stoic demeanor
To hide emotion and his thoughts
His resentment festers in him
Or perhaps it’s just his wants
That he feels is put within
The confines of his heart
Though is oh so large
Breaks with the slightest barge
Spewing a cold sense of dark
And yet he does not know
Exactly how to piece it back
If you’re close enough to see
Where exactly love stems at
You’re close enough to be
In the abundance of its cracks