Unmendable

we mend what we can - broken saucers, with gum and patience a detached belt buckle, with flair and calculations but an air of nameless melancholy, with agony and gloom? imagine this, darling darner my skin is laden with a heavy layer of misery for i am the embodiment of darkness, to touch me is a sin to have me is a crime i stand alone and not even a tempest in a glass of whiskey can move me from my despair no tool that you know of - no plier, no hammer and not even a utility knife can help me repair the wonderful misery that i am. but oh darner! you can mend me, they say but why would you kiss darkness and be one with my thoughts, which are most certainly arranged like a drey on a dying tree with only one leaf? my love, after i've groped my way around this darkness in search for answers i have crashed several times and hence i am indeed wounded, and flies feast on my broken pieces i haven't had a ray to bathe in, my darling and these demons reek of anger and dead flies oh no! you shan't have to come any closer! it's not your kisses, nor your embrace but what would really mend my broken soul, oh darner if not your fairly blatant lies?