Strangling my Avatar

 
Your shoulders sigh relentless
a penguin through the snow
grunting at the madness
only poets know

En-saddened by such desert heart
you vandalize your phone
to focus on life's vultures
& the beauty of alone

But as the world falls silent
there's a message on the wind:
Be mindful of your rhyme scheme
if those endings make you grin

No laughter in a bell jar
no wisdom from a smile
writing comatose-morose
is the key to zombic style

So if you're really doomy
soul warped with dark desire
your best work born of tears
will warm you like a pyre

And most of all for miseries
which swirl inside your head
the knowledge that self torture
reads sweeter when you're dead.