Charms of imperfection rock myself to sleep.
As words of love's affection make my body weep.
Drained of a constant selection; the one I cannot keep.
Worried about such reflection, a mountain way too steep.
Instruments cause a ringing through each and every ear.
Burning sensations singing every word that I cannot hear.
Laminated changes bringing a future I can't seem to steer.
Falling out wasps stinging makes my death so close and near.
Tears of all gone wrong etches at my palish skin.
as word's that take too long drain me deep within.
Charms of a bittersweet song sing my lust to sin.
And, worries of the wronged bring it to an end.
