The introversion, a self portrait

A pierced canvas of a man
Broken white timeline.. carnivorous
My hands trace memories with eyes focused
How swift and delicate
I am only that which I've become
Harmonious, peering over precipice
Distance shades my vision
Angel carved from granite, slowly draining
Whispers glisten in the distance
Frozen, lifeless
As I sleep my warmth still seeks you out
Deities divulge in lesser evils
I crave the sticky dew of ripened patience
Here, behind this conscious mind
A ragged tune of a man

Palindrome with children present
Failure to connect
Color me with sleepless eyes, relentless
Caution boils within, tearing at corner scars
Pain is misplaced discomposure
Texture losing energy from lack of warmth
Solitude mocks while dancing round
Hollow, silent
From life, to death, then bound and written on
I am the cold accumulation of emotion
A stray rose has pricked my soul
Head in hands, lips starving, rejected
I want to serenade the sun
Sweet peaceful inferno
Soft and low, consuming this fragile existence

A backwards insult of a man
Hands outstretched, angel's eyes uninterested
My dream of dreams carrying their weight in gold
How dark and cunning
I am only that which I've become
Introversion, drowning under consciousness
Gravity brings meaning
Illusion carved from granite, slowly draining
Unborn tears dissolving in the shadow
Frozen, listless
As I scream my voice still seeks you out
Posthumously repulsed
I crave the moistened fires of voracity
Here behind this haggard frame
An utter waste of a man


A darkened room of resentment
A worthless pile of dust
A downturned eye
A single tear


A wasted life






















"Every little piece of mind is woven in this thready line
Carousels in harmony rise and fall despite of me
Arid walls breath in my lies, vaguely taste of compromise"














~itisivonreverof~