Gold Filled Cage

Life's beauty, leaves me
horrified  
upright pylons needles rusted,
 barricade me,  prevent me  
 from touching the sky  
 
Whispers  
of decadent sorrow
creep  
through cracked bones,  
disguised as glue
 that mends  my pain  
 
Scouring
unbelief from beneath  
the tattered remnants
 of joy  
 left dead and buried  
 your greed. keeps me
 confined at the bottom
of  your ego pleasing
 cage  
 
 Littered with words that spill  
from my mouth  
 shredded edges, frayed
 makes   them look lovely
a modernist   work
of art  
 
Sewn together like
left over stained glass
 from hells chapel  

Chips  
 of lead paint covers my eyes  
 Irritation under my lids
 leaves  bloodshot veins  
to hang
from   my sockets  
 
Dangle,
touching my parched  
cheek in need of your
moisture  
 
Lick me where I need it most  
You never did  
 
Can't feel through this
decaying   memory of what
was never good  
 
 My organics replaced with
 petrified unworthiness  
polished to a fine luster.  
 
Sign post for me to lean on  
direction unknown
for now  
my heel stuck
 in the cattle guard  
 
River weeds with their  
annoying fluff
I hack,   from  
 my throat sounds like love  
 from a distance  
 
Frequencies on the FM station  
say my name in vulgar tones  
mock  my existence  
 
Still I decorate myself  
with broken vintage jewels  
admiring
what I've put together  
 from leftover pieces  
Of gold filled adornment  
 
Valuable to someone who  
collects outdated beauty