My Insides

My appreciation is fluctuating, Apprehension colours my face, Crimson, with drops of dew The morning greets me, once again. Outside the window of my mind, I see you, staring back at me Just a lonesome tree, Rooted with limbs, but no face to see. I am me, you see My thoughts are pure sodomy, Designed to torment my insides I can feel my gut rising. I am me, you see Is it not convincing? There is nothing I cannot be, My open flesh decorates a hole, inside of me. If you look closer, you can just see The beast peering out, prying at me That is me, you see This is my reality.