Table For None
clicking by/
a ticking fly eating out my eyes/
which are dry because i cry on the inside/
my soul rides on the pain/
and with that i'll gain a strain that this time I might maintain/
a steady sort of sadness/
i dont dwell on my madness i sell it to the gladless/
for candles and matches to write in my darkest moments/
to relax my attonements /
i'm packed with attack /
i'm shacked with a crack in the lack of love/
when push come to shove i'll gladly fall/
as if something was to catch me when i know there's nothing at all/
but maybe there is but i'll find out at the bottom/
and i'll just pray for pleasure till i can finally say i gottem/
i won't spot them i'll let them come for me /
the best things in life come with a fine print fee/
of passion and devotion /
energy self-errosion/
self explosion.. then what will i be/
just like them him and she drowning in the crowning/
craving the top of a empty sea/
who is me?/
i don't remember the last time i've really been seen/
my mirror cant make out any recognition/
i'm clouded in a crowded dispoition of despise/
i've never come to face what lies beneath grief and glamour/
i'm frozen and tampered/
i've staggard to a unmaned post/
looking for the party in an empty room/
i'm a lonely host/
this is my best me at my most/
i couldn't be more exposed/
a toast to unsatisfying roast of reason/
here's something to remember me by lightly seasoned./
-B. Maxine
2/3/2014
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