My shadow self in silhouette, Has tested confidence In where the face is, Of my selfless To be said.


My shadow self in silhouette, Has tested confidence In where the face is, Of my selfless To be said.

I told them, I was feeling blurred And that the purgatory, Of the answerless Was mine, To be assured.

I am to be Allergic To my Art.

Allow for a condition, Propped up by A cascading, Decision To stop, Living still And fly.

In the delegation Of derogatory Allocation My expression Is an allegory That is already Mistaken.
Is the chaos of a fall, A pattern After all?

The paranoia in the room Is all it takes And all I make To come to my own doom.
Doubt inside anxiety was eating yes away And then it was guilt Deciding tomorrow As today.

Entwined in finer cacophony, There in the moving dirt Is a gravity That summons, Us back to grow In the […]