Little Details (All 3  Poems)

Little Details  ( Full Poem, 3 in one)    
 
     
     
It was always in those little details    
but in my dreams I always failed    
to imagine a cloudy romance    
I was always smashed by the hail.    
     
I'm drinking away to death's slumber,    
and will die as a new born wonders,    
I couldn't swim so its time to bail    
this life of ugliness and its blunders    
     
I wish you were the kindly breathe,    
to set forward my little boat's sail    
 Alas, I am cursed and time for death    
and the winter snows hide my trails.    
     
     
Little Details : Part 2    
   
If there was ever a chance,      
I was never truly to blame ,      
and deeply in my shame      
would have my family name.      
        
But cowers are the demons,      
that invade all of my lessons,      
grimacing little evil bastards,      
dripping in yellow mustard.      
        
I remember hair dripping      
from such my wine sipping,      
And how there was radiance,      
and now there's nothing.      
     
Little Details : part 3    
        
I'm just drinking up      
and coughing up,      
memories      
Not to discover      
Ever, as I suffer,.    
     
There's no wondering,    
or an eye of something    
so those of us are nothing    
are expected of suffering.    
     
     
Last morning, gasp awoken    
to your sweet arms within    
After my veins are bleeding    
and the grass needs weeding    
     
There's a demon open wide    
as I truly silently cry,    
at the damn alarm clock    
as my pay can be docked.    
     
This was just my playful demons,    
mesmerizing with a fantasy    
The government has me in debt    
so I cannot play the heresy.    
     
Hissing snakes from Medusa    
but I am no producer    
This is just red seepier    
not a morning I am truly me    
     
I'll always come running    
with my true born obsession    
And this is my apology,    
switching marmite from jam    
Run a risk with the rams,    
but I know no belonging.......    
     
The red with the arms,    
a dream to disarm.......    
I'll never be your lover,    
but such is unrequited      
but such is under-cover.    
But does this bee sting    
apply to you  and me.    
     
I didn't make it out,    
with my dead butterfly wings    
and the truth truly was,    
the bullies were European wasps.    
     
Words that are      
inurement    
don't understand    
a life    
severest    
There's no two,    
when one's abusing you.