“SYKLE 02134”

Retie the strings, I have fallen.
Tear out the sick, hole that I crawl in.
I wont be afraid,
Reliving the past, unfogiven.

Blood on the paper, I was unwanted.
Turned all away, with sharp reality I faulted.
Fake the resurection,
To camoflauge the haunted.

Informed by the post, accepting unreal.
Numbness becoming, search for some feel.
Change to no end.
Lips sewed shut, thread becomes a seal.

Selfish written lines of subversion.
New story, same ending, different version.
Southern guidence fading.
Look at the sky, with eyes of inversion.

This is me, thoughts I share.
Make the same difference, if alone I just stare.
Cure for the hopeful,
The cycle reset, destination nowhere.