Shiles

Written by: Seth Shirey

Burrowed so deep…
Solemnly I sleep…
In my wrists I keep…
What was I to be followed by deceit…?
Memories so cold…
Guilty as sins defeat…
Fake loss, you choose who I am…
Scan me slowly, you hold in your hand…
What bleed for this timed effort…
No longer holding my seed…
Like a leech, sucking at my brain your triumphal at succeeding…
Defiled in constant agony of what I wish was not true…
The one to blame should be left on who drives the screw…
Just look, as I sleep under the rain…
Left in distain…
I’m sane…