By the time you read this;

though your care less hinted to in your kiss,

I’ll already be changed.

Strange malignancies rearranged.

An anti-sage escaping my Lords cage.

The mechanical hate case

My heart… has a new hiding face.

Pumping collisions, and empty lacerations;

Fearing most incarceration.

Some blood from the forcing.

Coursing through my cortex

a vortex of bad choices,

among millions of condemning voices.

With an unfortunate palate

I walk with malice into exile full of fear.

Blase’ and callous, scanning this palace,

I disappear.

I will not be anything other than free,

So if you’ve come here to save me

anoint me unto society

it will not be I on bended knee.

You’ll find only dead skin.

Evidence of an evil twin.

Entrails of a past life.

Do you have the stomach for this?

Tristfully fly away…

Soar into a self righteous bliss.

On the wings of a last kiss.