Written by: Johnathon Souders


They lay in this bone box
Graves of the done.
Friends of pushed dissolution.

They express some guilt
But ran with spent nerves 
I back to my institutions.

This all from dual-polar,
my black and white mind
They witnessed my next reaction

Always peeks and gullies
Not plains, they live with
A place without my intrusion.
 Tiered of phone woe
Then the coin next day flip
 In giddy bounce, more irritation.

As I watch this new love die
Like this tear as it runs
Promise to keep on prescriptions