To fill the cavities of my mind is to give myself thought.

Our hearts are no longer together they have rusted,

To be strong and perfect is what you taught.

These pains have bugged me and have fussed about it,

And I’ve turned into this smiling... snarling monster.

I wish I was half electronic,

Where no one would be there to pester,

Only you would be my tonic.

As I watch the walls descend like clouds…

To be half electronic,

Those beings that walk with no sense of crowds,

Those who seem so demonic,

With their cold, firm hands they grip me.

My last threads of skin under the sweet sunlight…

I’m left shimmering here with tears, I have become a banshee.

With the endless pages I write,

This you will never read.

I am here an unplanted seed.