Burned Soul

Feel the fall that defines you
the emptiness that eats a hollow hole
take note of the traps inside your mind
they will ensnare a sense of bravado
that will kiss inside
it feels like imperfect failings
the taste of kisses like roses like cliched
romances
enough moronic devices
say what's on your skin
a tattoo you could remove
simply
don't
apply talents to other creations
the kind you can feel pulsating under fragile
skin
whipping back and forth
and back
and forth
twisting snakes sans fangs
sans eyes
sans danger
only partially mesmerizing
while completely interrupting memory
maybe more cheery changes of topic on
another day but today it feels like a dreary
window pane whose sense of color is long
deprived by the smothering effects of the
precipitation and mother won't even let me
dance in the rain she won't even let me scream
I
AM
ALIVE