The As Endearing Rain

Outside the box, in-between the lines.
We can't hold our standards one at a time, bit-by-bit.
And when you shoot and miss you haven't forgone the kill.

I'm somehow in shackles, when I hadn't a mark to hit.
The time had long past to let Plato down.
Yet I hold his hand until it's dirty to drop,
And I clean up his blood with a garland crown.
The philosopher's hypocrisy circa; Always.

Hanging upside-down it feels like I've been here before.
Infected by the infidel, a touch is all it takes.
So I went back and spilled my guts on plan z.
Now I'm stuck in your self-loathing with the failures and mistakes.

With eyelids plastered shut I was given my first,
But first has always been in her name...

And so I was beautifully robbed of everything else.

*Copyright (c) 2008, B. Lucas