Every morning

I’m always mourning
This discerning standpoint
Through glassy atmosphere
I watch with pity
And view through teary
Visions of the habitual
The customs of your hair

I love decapitation
And bipartisan execution
Ever tranquil end
Peaceful trance and habitat
A pictured piece of perfect beauty
One in which I pity
My tendency to lean into pretend

Growing sicker
Almost about ready to retire
All too afraid that
My disease is simply quicker
Another quirk
In my desire