When I'M Out of Conversation

i stand for my tears when i'm hurt i touch the ground with them spatter and sear the fear hanging my head high or low i share my thoughts until it's my time to go fighting for a leader a leader quilted and unsightly stricken for an absence of space a plateau of ruins and wrinkles faceless lost by desire i was stricken so tasteless cold weather wishing driven me pale back and forth hoping that time sways us well trapped in my four corners Keeping my mail un-shelved misery is a sanctum you must rebuild yourselves the preparers destiny mumbling words of wisdom when days become awry choose your halo's and thank them as a child my cornered demons thwarted me freely now congested to societies abnormality my peers are subject to mirror me the doom through my third eye at the crescent of mercury's pyramid a phantom to peaceful days because i'm calling it as it appears to me "every now and then we're given a fighter"