The Grace To Be Ashamed

Bellicose actions destroy serenity, I revert to my default setting, An emotionless illusion, A figment, just a hairs length out of reach, Where you've always wanted me, My need for you, chaste and tamed. Thin cracks spider the sheltering veneer, A brand new glimpse at lucid skies, Mind now clear of all ambition, I possess the grace to be ashamed. Please, don't look at me, Your potent gaze makes me ugly. You make me nothing. I don't deserve the love and light, Second chances are for hopers and dreamers, For wish-makers and the believers. It's not just words you put in my mouth These pills are all that matter now.