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