unfiltered thoughts clog my mind

and my heart scratches at its windows;

this must be what it's like to ache.

how I wish to scour

the depths of my sorrow

to find the very cause of my lunacy.

to reach into my soul, without falling

over the tar that holds my bones together

without sinking to its rotten core.

throw a net coated with honey

the bees will surely worship;

deceit often plays dress up with grace.

knots of secrets caught up with lies

shame bashes me; sins impinge upon my soul

blemished at every cut and crease.

the dreary sky is growing bland

the stars, once diamond freckles

now a scatter of monotonous dots.

the night is calling.

I must leave.

I must leave.